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Publié par | Turner Publishing Company |
Date de parution | 01 mars 1997 |
Nombre de lectures | 1 |
EAN13 | 9781620453483 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 1 Mo |
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Copyright © 1997 Stacey Granger
Published by Cumberland House Publishing, Inc., 2200 Abbott Martin Road, Suite 102, Nashville, Tennessee 37215
All rights reserved. Written permission must be secured from the publisher to use or reproduce any part of the book, except for brief quotations in critical reviews or articles.
Distributed to the trade by Andrews and McMeel, 4520 Main Street, Kansas City, Missouri 64111.
Design by Bruce Gore, Gore Studio, Inc., Nashville, Tennessee. Illustrations by Wes Ware.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Granger, Stacey, A., 1969–
The portable fother / Stacey Granger
p. cm.
9781620453483
1. Fathers—Quotations, maxims, etc. 2. Fatherhood—Quotations, maxims, etc. 3. Fathers—Humor. I. Title.
PN6084.F3G73 1997 306.874’2—dc21
96-50996 CIP
Printed in the United States of America 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8—01 00 99 98 97
Table of Contents
Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Introduction
To Dad
who encouraged me when my dreams seemed too high to reach
To Walt
whose love and support have kept the dreams alive
Introduction
THERE ISN’T A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT I DON’T FEEL the impact my father has had on my life. Dad was the one who always said, “There are three types of people in this world: Those who make things happen; those who watch things happen; and those who sit around wondering ‘What happened?’” He also said it was up to me which type of person I became.
Fathers are the ones who are full of old clichés that, to a child, make no sense whatsoever. My father used to say, “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” My brother, sister, and I swore he said that only to shut us up and give us something to think about.
In a traditional family, I feel that fathers get the short end of the stick in the time spent with their children, insomuch as they are spending most of their time working to pay for having them. And as we all know, “There are only so many hours in a day” But fathers seem to make up for their absence by trying to make every minute spent with their children count by teaching them the finer things of life.
For instance, while I’ve spent years trying to teach my son how to behave like a perfect little gentleman, his father took less than five minutes to show him how to make disgusting sounds with his armpit and hand—two objects he takes with him wherever he goes (to church, for instance).
I remember so well being a child and how the day seemed to stretch on forever, until the sound I’d been waiting for sounded in the driveway. That old familiar car would pull in and an undefinable excitement would overwhelm me as my brother, sister, and I would rush for the door yelling, “Dad’s home! Dad’s home!”
My father always seemed to be the biggest and most wonderful person in my life. And even if I didn’t understand everything he said to me back then, I was happy to have just a little piece of his time, and those things did start to make more sense as I got older and heard my husband saying those same things to our children.
And at five o’clock at our house, when that old familiar car pulls in the drive, the sound usually muffled out by the gleeful chorus of our children calling, “Dad’s home!”, the thing that most readily comes to my mind is: The more things change the more they stay the same.
-Stacey Granger
G o ask your mother.
D o I look like a money tree?
L isten to your mother.
H ey, little buddy, give me “five.”
D on’t let your mother see you with that. She’ll have my hide.
W hen you are all grown up, you can decide what’s best for you.
C lose that door! You think we can afford to heat the outside?