“You couldn’t pour water out of a boot if the
directions were written on the heel.”
“I buy you books, and buy you books, and you still
can’t read.”
“It’s ok, they’re only half trained.” (Usually about
how someone fished.)
“It’s hard to soar with eagles when you work with
turkeys.”
"You can't get blood out a turnip."
“You may beat me, but you’ll never whoop me.”
" If you do that, they'll put you away so far they'll have to shoot you biscuits with a slingshot."
“We never had this when there were beatings.”
And my all-time favorite funny
quote:
“If you do that again, we’ll both have to go to the
hospital – to take my foot out of your behind.”
Seriously, the best thing
he ever said to me happened when I was helping him on a service call a few
years after we had moved to California. Our first daughter had just been born,
and we had gone back to Illinois for them to meet her. While we were out driving, I
asked him if he ever regretted me moving so far away. He looked at me like I
had just said that I thought the moon was really made of green cheese. He then asked
me two questions.
Are you where you are supposed to be?
Are you doing what you believe God wants you to do?
I answer “yes” to each. He response
was both freeing and life affirming. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “What
more would I want.” He gave me words of support; words of Love. That what I
remember my dad for the best.
Thanks Dad. Can't wait to walk on the golden shores and get to talk again. Save some fish for me.
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