Granddads & Uncle Bob
Father’s Day is one of those holidays I sometimes, selfishly, wish I could just hide in my office all day. Not that I don’t want to spend time with the kids or the Mrs., but I just don’t like the attention. I know that may sound strange. I’m pretty simple really, and don’t need presents and all the celebrations. A nice phone call or card are just fine with me.
I’ve taken more time this week than probably ever before, to focus on the holiday. Tonight, I’d like to bore you with another father-related blog.
Growing up, it wasn’t just dad and my stepdads who played a major part in being male role models, it was the grandfathers and one uncle in particular; uncle Bob.
A few months ago, I shared about my grandfather on my mother’s side who played a big part in my life. He was a wonderful, gentle, and kind soul I’ll always remember, but he wasn’t alone in that house. My Uncle Bob also lived there until around the time I was thirteen.
When I think of the fun times we had when we were young, the memories almost always included Uncle Bob. Bob was a little over ten years older the me and just the right age to help watch us when mother needed had to work.
He was always willing to help and spent a lot of time with us; especially in the summer. To point out just a few things, taking us to the lake in his convertible, taking us to movies (Star Wars, Close Encounters of The Third Kind), teaching me to play the clarinet, teaching me some moves on the piano, teaching me all about plants, and giving me an appreciation for the group Chicago.
Bob has an IQ of a genius and was always able to provide an answer for anything I asked him. He taught me to laugh and we always enjoyed watching the old Saturday Night Live shows together.
Needless to say, he had a major role in my life and I’ll always be grateful for Uncle Bob and love him very much. My other uncles lived far away, and I rarely saw them. To Bob, we were like his kids at times (including all the times we fought and drove him nuts!).
My grandfather on my dad’s side, Grandpa Clawson, we mainly saw at family reunions and the holidays. I would say the one thing I picked up from Grandpa Clawson was his goofy sense of humor. He loved the ‘pull my finger joke’ along with many others. He was always glad to see us and was a happy soul.
Unlike many people, I was fortunate enough to have met my Great Grandfather Clawson (Troy). He was a gentile, sweet, and kind man, who taught grade school. He loved his family and ran the Clawson Farm as well. He had an old truck on the farm and the photo today reminds me that. He was one I could look up to and appreciate. I see some of him in me, my girls, and my grandchildren.
In reality, it’s never just one father figure in our lives even if you had a father at home from birth on. We draw insight and guidance from many people. For me, it was a mixture of dad, stepdads, grandads, uncles, teachers, pastors, and even television dads.
Tonight, I just want to say a big Thank You to all of them. I can only hope that I may leave a good and lasting impression with all my kids and grandkids. And, that I live a life worthy of their respect and appreciation as well.
Wishing you all a happy Father’s Day weekend!
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