The fact that Father’s Day and Midsummer’s Day coincide this year seems just perfect for me and I feel incredibly fortunate that this is how I see it.
Father died in September 2010 and while I’ve shed some tears over his passing, thinking about him almost invariably makes me smile and/or chuckle. I think it’s fair to say that he’s the person that brought most smiles and laughter into my life. He loved to laugh and he had a gorgeous twinkly smile. I am even smiling here as I write this.
Hubby and son have gone off to a Inter-County hurling match, just as Father did with his father in the 1920s and 30s in their passionate support for Co. Clare, hubby did with his father, hubby did with my father after his father died. Those male outings are absolutely synonymous with Mid-Summer in our scheme of things.
So, I’ve been swimming in the sea, gardening, feasting on strawberries and having a rummage through the boxes and boxes of photographs and little treasures that Father left.
Here’s a few of the photographs that had me smiling and thinking of Father on hot summer days, like today:
At the bottom of a box, I unearthed a very well thumbed book that I’d never seen before. It was published in 1945, three years before Mother and Father got married.
I ended up sitting on the stairs reading the schoolboy howlers from start to finish. These ones certainly made me chuckle:
‘The three greatest artists of the Renaissance are Angelo, Leonardo and Archaepelego.’
‘The future of “I give” is “You take.”
‘The earth makes a resolution every twenty-four hours.’
‘A triangle which has an angle of 135 degrees is called an obscene triangle.’
‘Cure for a toothache: Take a mouthful of cold water and sit on the stove till it boils.’
‘The bottom of the sea is composed of clay and fine sentiments.’
I hope Father’s Day has been good to you, even if your father is no longer with you.