Two for me with my dad. Me + bro and sis were all quite young. My mum could hear a tiny chirping noise, and my dad worked out that a young bird had somehow got trapped in our cavity wall in the sitting room by our fireplace. My dad got some hand tools and laboriously removed about three bricks from our wall, reached in and saved the bird. He then spent another hour fixing the wall again. I just thought that was a lovely thing to do. Also, I remember when my grandma died on my mums side. I had a grandad, a very dour man who was 2nd husband and my mum never got on with him. My dad wasn't a pub goer, but most days he would get home from work, travel right across town, see my grandad and usually take him down the pub for an hour or so. He kept up seeing him a lot until my grandad eventually passed away. My dad said that you have to look after family, and that has always stuck with me.
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I have the very greatest respect for anyone who has a genuine work ethic...
They taught me about politics - lots of information about left and right, how the parties worked and what their manifestos were.
They did this without any bias (despite their own strong beliefs) and then left me to make up my own mind.
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'Self raised.'
Born the youngest of 11 in total, my father was a stay at home wife and my mother, a drunken couch potato...
Here I am, 31 years old now and my parents are still where I left them when I was 19.
And, they've been that way since I can remember.
But then for it, I'm now a man who nobody can say is a Mamma's Boy...
I see other men with relationships with their mothers when I visit their outcast daughter/sister, and I'm glad I'm me because clearly, I'm no Mamma's Boy.
I've even had lovers that's reminded me of my mother sometimes in the whole mature aspect and things. It is how it is.
There was no way he could afford that though so he sod it I'll build my own !!
So he scraped some dough to together and brought one of these
Then he worked all the overtime he could and brought one of these
You can probably guess the rest, in the front garden of a council house he cut the back of the van and cut the front from the caravan
This was in a age when there was no cordless drills, no mig welders, all he had were basic saws, rivet guns, Black & Decker drills and Yankee screwdrivers. It took him months and months but he built it and then furnished it inside with 10 beds, a small bathroom, tiny kitchen and even a bath under a large bench seat. Then he MOT'ed it and painted it up to try and look like the real thing .... again by hand as he never had a spray gun
Here it is finished, not the best photo's as the original photos are from 1974 and I only came across them when he died a few months back although I can remember the whole family enjoying holidays in our poor mans Winniebago
It taught me a lot about determination, learning the ability to learn and just getting on with things. These days blokes get chuffed if they can service their car themselves, this was a man who built his own Winniebago in the front garden of a council house using DIY tools and a shit load of determination.
Basically, my father, back in the day, was charged with the responsibility of leading his local whatever in the event of a nuclear strike from Russia or whatever if government ever broke down.
I guess this country needed people like him back in the 1960's to populate like no tomorrow...
So I'm born in 1986, my oldest sibling/brother was born in early 1960.
Making me believe, because of this whole 'what if society falls' business; most people are born out of love, I, ladies and gentleman, was born out of fear.
Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
He whipped up a cat door bell for our cat out of a doormat and an alarm clock because we had glass doors without anywhere to put a cat flap and... Just like that he built the cat a door bell that worked...
The cat would want to come in 'the alarm would ring', we would let him in.
but, my father's a Red Ken/Labour/Liberal... Who'd rather do favours under the table than get paid.
My dad in the 1970's used to knock around with Ken Livingstone and Jeremy Corbyn (small world/smaller London)...
(Today I vote conservative) but my father has always been an equality no favouritism Liberal who got the same MBTI type as Mother Theresa when I tested him that time.
And I would have my own things whatever and come home and he and my mother would say I'm like how he was to their surprise with that.
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WOW! Brilliant pics and story. What a guy!
The photo of the late sixties \ early seventies Winniebago like my old man wanted didn't come out in my original post so here it is so you can see what he was aiming for
To be honest I think my dad did a better job
My father taught my oldest sister music, who in turn taught me and my brothers and sisters too in that house...
My oldest full sister was great, she used to take care of us too, even though she's only 10 years older than myself/the youngest too..
My father taught her who taught me, and, I remember, when she was teaching me the F key on the piano when I was like 5 or 6 for London Bridge Is Falling Down being something I remember that I cba to post, for example... My father was there teaching her how to teach me...
She never taught me guitar, she and my father taught me piano which taught me music. At home/my nan's home, where there's this old piano.
She was way cool, rock climbing and guitar part wanderlust and immigrated when I was 13 leaving me her guitars... Her guitars became my first, and the guitars I started on.
My father...
Me...
What did that man teach me?..
Hmmm....
Hmmmm............
Drums!..
That's it.
In fact, he makes a thing about this.
His father taught him drumming.
His grandfather taught his father drumming.
My father taught me drumming.
Not much needed really, a couple of pens/drum sticks, some hard back books/drum glasses/cymbal and a 5p/5 pence piece.
... I was like 8 maybe 9 when I got that lesson.
Like crosshands and beats per 4 and 8 and 3 and all of that...
I remember him citing Ringo Starr of The Beatles as a drummer to pay attention to boasting his ability to keep time.
I come from a long line of drummers... and.....
I play guitar...
But ever since jamming/rocking to the guitar, I just hone in to the beat first, even though I'm a guitarist, - I do come from a long line of drummers...
My father let me know I could do this when I was like 8 or 9..
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself........