Whenever Dad would start on one of his tirades, we would try to find closets and hide under the beds. We would either be under the bed alone, or there might be two or three of us children. And Dad had these humongous hands with stovepipes for fingers and big forearms. So, when we scampered [...]
April 9, 2008
A Father’s Protection
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Tags: abuse, childhood, dog mauling, family, father, fatherhood, life, manhood, Masculinity, parenting, power, story
April 9, 2008
“From Ol’ Dan Tucker” to “Dwelling in Beulah Land”
“Jimmy Kernan was a very fine man,
washed his head in a frying pan,
combed his hair with a wagon wheel
and died with a toothache in his heel
Out of the way for ol’ Dan Tucker,
He’s too late to eat his supper.
Supper’s gone and breakfast cookin’,
Ol’ Dan Tucker just stands there lookin’.”
This was a common song [...]
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Tags: aunts, childhood, family singing, generations, grandfather, grandmother, life, stories
