Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

I am sure it is worthwhile.

buddy42 Loc: Bonita Springs, Fl

I'm 72. When I was 4 y.o. we lived in Oak Ridge , Tn in the flat top houses built for the Oak Ridge Atomic Bomb project.
My dad was an alcoholic and came home drunk, out of his mind, picked up a bowl of pinto beans and threw them across the room, breaking them on the kitchen wall. My Mother was hiding in the bedroom under the bed. He found her and pulled her out from under the bed by her hair. I distinctly remember her crying out loudly, asking him why he was beating her with his fists.
On another night she threw rocks on my bedroom window from outside. I opened the window and she told me to throw her a pillow and blanket, which I did, and she slept under the house that night. (All the flat top houses had open areas under them but were not basements.) This happened every week. He left and went to Guam and we moved to another shack. He came back when I was five and then left for good, winding up in Oxnard, Calif. He had been working in the lettuce fields with migrants.
I saw him once when I was 18 and in the Navy in San Diego. The next time was in 1964 and he was in his coffin. My Mother never divorced him or had another man.
I could go into a lot more detail but I do not want to bore anyone and it would be very long. Also I know there are many, many more instances of alcohol and spousal abuse worse than mine.
My reason for writing this is not for sympathy as I have moved on with my life.
If you have a Father and love him, then tell him so every day because not everyone has had the opportunity to do so. In fact if you have any family members, tell them many,many times.

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

I am sorry for you and your mother. Sorry for your dad too. He must have been out of control of his own life and took it out on the only thing he could control.

Armageddun Loc: The show me state

Buddy,

I would say thanks for sharing your story, however it is probably not the right way to respond. My father too was abusive in his younger years. I was a mistake and came 13 years after my nearest sister. By then, thank God, Dad had settled down quite a
bit. I still saw a few scenes that are in my memory but not nearly what my older brothers and sisters went through.

In my Dads later years he taught me to hunt and fish, I learned much from him but was still fearful and I didn't really trust him.

But when I got married our relationship blossomed and we became great friends until he died at age 57. I wish sh almost daily that I could have him back as the later years Dad. So I understand your post. Fathers are so very important. Sooner or later, in one way or another every Dad becomes someones hero; I know that may sound stupid when we had Dads like we had. But you know, every morning when I look into the mirror, it is funny because I see my Dad looking back at me. Have a blessed Fathers day all DADDIES.

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

My Dad was a cowboy. He knew lots about cattle. He could rope and brand castrate and v******te. My earlist memorys were standing around a branding iron fire with other little kids roasting rocky mountain oysters on a piece of wire. I would come home covered in dirt and grease. My mother was a city girl from Winnepeg Canada and she would yell "Jim what have you been feeding him!" He would just say he was hungry and needed to eat.It all was very normal to me.

buddy42 Loc: Bonita Springs, Fl

Thanks for your comments guys,
I'm the youngest of eight and I've also heard some real horror stories from my brothers. I did have one positive thing throughout my life and that was having the best Mother in the world.
Happy Fathers Day to all the dads.