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My Dad
Prescott Pete
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My dad turns 79 tomorrow. He has led an adventerous life. In his time he has been a Airborne Ranger, a highway patrolman, a city policeman in Pratt, Kansas, a machinest, truck driver, high school teacher, counselor, and school psychologist. He has been an avid hunter, and gun affectianado all his life. He taught me to hunt, and fish, and gave me my love of such, and of guns, as well as passing several guns on to me. He taught me to think for myself, and to stand, and be a man, at times when it's hard to do that. He is still a great person to turn to in times of stress in my life. He has given my children the raising in church that I was not able to. Or not willing to, take your pick. Anyway, he took up those reins where I dropped them. He stood by my mother, until her passing. He stood by me, as a first man, when I got married the first time. He stood by me when I buried her.
He is married to a great woman, now, who looks after him in all ways. He died, and was recesitaded(sp), and had a long, long recovery. She stood by him through it all, a very good woman. He loves his cats and dogs, and looks after his Amish neighbors, transporting them wherever they need to go. He works in wood, mostly harvested from his farm.
He's my Dad, and I think the world of him.
He hates Obama.
If any of you would be so inclined, I expect he would appreciate birthday wishes sent to him. His e-mail is
randpacres@ckt.net
He's my Dad, and I love him, and I'm very proud of him.
Dan
Ps: His Name is Roscoe Baker.
He is married to a great woman, now, who looks after him in all ways. He died, and was recesitaded(sp), and had a long, long recovery. She stood by him through it all, a very good woman. He loves his cats and dogs, and looks after his Amish neighbors, transporting them wherever they need to go. He works in wood, mostly harvested from his farm.
He's my Dad, and I think the world of him.
He hates Obama.
If any of you would be so inclined, I expect he would appreciate birthday wishes sent to him. His e-mail is
randpacres@ckt.net
He's my Dad, and I love him, and I'm very proud of him.
Dan
Ps: His Name is Roscoe Baker.
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After the war he rode the rails and finally settled in Buffalo, N.Y.
He sold apples on the street corners during the Depression.My Mother and Fathers first daughter died at 3 years old of pneumonia.He held various other jobs.Delivering ice, driving the trolley cars in Buffalo and painting torpedoes during WW2.
My Dad was 42 when I was born.We moved into a partially burned out house right after the war. We put mattress against the walls to keep out the snow.My Dad never swore and at Christmas time he drank a half glass of wine and took 3 or 4 puffs on a cigar to celebrate.I never heard my parents complain.
During the 1950's his contracting business began to flourish.We would go woodchuck hunting every Sunday during the summer.I started going deer hunting with him when I was 8.As time went on we hunted in the Adirondacks,the southern tier of N.Y. State and near Emporium Pa.In Pa. we would camp in a wall tent and cut our own wood.Two and three feet of snow and temps as low as -10 degrees were common.By this time my Dad's heart was not good but we hunted from daylight to dark every day.When I graduated from high school he took me moose and black bear hunting in Canada.
My Dad was a superior shot with his Model 70 and his Lefever Nitro Express.Everything I ever learned about hunting and shooting I learned from him.
During my teen age years I did not always treat him with respect.
My Dad died in 1973.Little did I know what a profound effect that would have on my life.I wish I could go back and change things and be a better son to him but I can't.
If I may be able to offer some advice.If you still have your Dad treat him with respect and try to be around him more.If you are a Dad start some type of tradition with your kids.After all is said and done memories are all that you will have left.
Dan
My Dad. You ask me to talk about my dad. I can't. I can't say in words what my dad means to me. I owe him this feeble effort, though.
Would you expect my dad to be the kind of man who would coerce people into peeing on electric fences, eating green persimmons, raw acorns, and dog food? Would you expect him to threaten the city mayor, and a leading councilman in a barbershop? Would you expect him to salt the favorite parking place of a city policeman who had ticketed him with roofing nails? Would you expect him to be the king of "pull my finger" or of singing loudly raucous army ditties? Would you expect him to be the sort of man to build a little kids hopes up, taking him to a place where they had "dogs" for waitresses? Would you expect him to laugh at you when you thought you were dying from a fall that knocked the wind out of you, or send you back into a wrecked car that he had just moments before announced was "going to blow"? A man, that, after finding out you had shot yourself in the leg, and was scared to death he was either going to kill you, or even more scary, take your guns away, just looked at you and said, "Learn anything from this?" and that was the end of it.
Well, if you knew my dad, you would expect all of the above, as they are absolutely true.
My dad taught me how to be a man. How that whining got you no where. Cheaters never prosper. Honesty is always best. Clich?, I know, but he taught me, more than John Wayne, that " A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do" My dad never backed down from a threat. My dad always did what he had to do to get by, and make ends meet. My dad taught me the love and use of guns, fishing gear and such. My dad taught me that men can cook. In his case, badly, but still...
My dad stood strong at the death of my mother. He stood beside me at the illness and death of my first wife. He told me, and I still remember, "There will be better days". And there were.
My dad was, and is always there for me. He always wanted the best for me. There were time when he was proud, and times, I regret, when he wasn't, so much. I can say that his approval always has, and still does, mean a lot to me.
This man was, and still is tough as nails. As I said before, I've never seen him back down from a threat, never seen him look the other way where there was a need. Yet I've seen him cry over the death of several dogs, and more than one horse. (don't worry, Dad. I won't tell. Ooops...)
If ever I make half a good a father, and man, as my father, it would be a great surprise to me. I love you, Dad. Always have, always will.
You're still an *, though, for those electric fence, acorn and green persimmon stunts. You know you'd do it again, if you had the chance. And, I'd likely let you.
Dan
In my junior year in high school we lost the state championship game. I did not have my best game. When we got back home most of our team got drunk. It was my first time drinking. My friend drove me home and was a tackle he held me up by the back of my shirt. My dad asked if i drove and he told my dad that i gave him my keys and told him to give me a ride home.
The game was Friday night and Sunday i am still throwing up. I heard Mom ask Dad if i was going to be punished. He told her i punished myself enough. LOL
I can still recall every time i disappointed him. He never said anything but would just give me a look. Or ask me a question like what if that was your wife. I told him i was staying with a friend and spent the night with a 1 night separated lady. When i got home all he asked me was what if that was my wife.
I remember telling him one time when i was 12 or 13 i hated him. Its amazing i can not remember hardly anything anymore and i remember that.
I miss him so much.
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Very true Prescott Pete. I'm sorry for your loses.
The Power of Forgivness and love.
That was great, thanks for sharing.
As a father with a second chance, I never realized how much of my childrens lives (now 20 & 22) I'd missed out on until I re-married and we were blessed with a child when I was 42. Now at 44, I try to remember little things about my older children that Abby (20 months) is now going through ... most of them I don't remember because I wasn't there or didn't take notice ... memories work both ways, never take them for granted.
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Count use as the lucky ones to have been blessed with fathers who knew hard work and how to love their family. Mine passed his values and dreams on to me, and I'm doing the best I can to uphold them. Hope you are too.
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