My Dad is an interesting guy. His father was from Scotland and his mother from England and when they met and married, they ended up together in the Midlands. In later life, my Grandmother enjoyed telling the tale of her three boys… I’ll give you the sanitised version and you can insert your own interpretation… My Grandmother had her three boys in two and a half years… the story she liked telling is that when she found out how babies were made, she moved my Grandfather out of the marital bed… poor him… And my Dad was number three of the “Irish Triplets”.
He is close with both his brothers, naturally, and they went to an excellent school in Scotland, Dollar Academy, at which school reunion events my father still attends with great pride. My Grandparents ended up in Kent, England, my oldest uncle emigrated to Canada and my middle uncle and father ended up in the south of England too. My mother and father’s early life together was documented in my post about Mum, but during this time, my father also got a Masters degree and became heavily involved in politics and the Masonic Lodge.
Aside from the care homes (and concurrently to that), my father worked for the same company for his entire working life (he retired last year) and what began as London Electricity Board (LEB) and ended as Energie de France (EDF) treated him, if not well, then at least well enough that he ended up with a great pension for his efforts. He was also lucky enough to be involved in the power requirements for Docklands when they were built and the London Olympics… He definitely had some fun there.
My mum and dad made sure we lived a full family life with everything you could ask for really. Dad’s hard work and dedication to the family meant that both my brother and I went to excellent schools and received excellent educations. Despite a flightiness of attitude from me, my Dad pushed me all the time to try to be better than the latest thing I was settling for and I am just sorry that it took me almost 25 years to start to take myself seriously.
Dad got me my first job at the dentist, Dad got me the job at Homebase when I was at University. Dad insisted I went to University, when I honestly couldn’t be bothered… Dad always told me that hard work would pay off and that if I showed respect to my elders, I would succeed. Unfortunately, I used to live life to the laziest extent possible and my school reports are littered with commentary on my lack of respect for my elders… I’m not sure actually where that comes from, but I am afraid that even now, when I truly do value experience and qualifications, I cannot respect a person just for their age or position in a company. However, I am now the opposite of lazy, so that’s a win…
Mum and Dad divorced when I was eighteen and some years later, Dad married an excellent woman named Cathy, who had two wonderful children that became my step brother and sister. Unfortunately that marriage didn’t stand the test of time either, but it did bring me a new extended family, who I cherish and miss.
Dad and I do not have a traditional relationship. I love him and value him as my father, but months can pass when we do not communicate, not because of any rift, but just because we are both getting on with our own lives. But if I ever have a small success at work, a promotion, a payrise, or if there is ever an event in my life that needs advice, like a new mortgage, Dad is the one I call, and it’s Dad’s counsel or approbation I seek.
It’s difficult to say that I’m anyone’s girl, but I confess I may be a Daddy’s girl and despite my horror at what that says about me, it’s not something I can change…