tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062776272512858294.post7817526091179058581..comments2023-11-02T03:48:14.985-05:00Comments on Making Home Work: A Fathers' Day TributeNaomi Rawlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02431203734855694561noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062776272512858294.post-78213469696543304702012-06-19T10:48:42.551-05:002012-06-19T10:48:42.551-05:00Oh goodness, that story really is sad, Melissa. Bu...Oh goodness, that story really is sad, Melissa. But I'm glad your husband has the chance to correct that with your kids. My five year old would love to learn blacksmithing. He already knows how to start a fire, which daddy taught him, but I'm not sure that's a good thing. :-/Naomi Rawlingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02431203734855694561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062776272512858294.post-34079751665172017632012-06-18T01:05:43.765-05:002012-06-18T01:05:43.765-05:00Um, I'm sure this isn't the kind of memory...Um, I'm sure this isn't the kind of memory you're expecting,but it's the best...<br /><br />When my dad was in Fulton prison when I was maybe 12??, that prison was close enough (3.5 hours away) that Mom decided we could visit him a few times while he was in that one. So, we'd pack up these special stencils she bought specifically for this trip, color all the way up, and we'd get a Kentucky fried chicken meal before going into the visitor area (we hadn't money to eat out normally). Usually if we saw dad in jail it was behind glass and you talked on phones, but this one was a cafeteria-like room with tables and vending machines where the non-violent inmates could come out if they had visitors. We'd eat with him and then a few other men might come over and join us playing cards. That's how I learned how to play spades. Dad actually sat down to eat and play with us--I know that it was because inside prison was "boring" and he couldn't do anything else, but still it was a nice family time that we normally never had. I expected that how I felt on those visits was how a normal family must have acted toward one another on a regular basis--minus the prison setting. <br /><br />With my hubby though, my kids are going to have great memories. He plays so well with them, and is so involved. Chesley at 5 is learning how to blacksmith, she has her own piece she's working on with him, and they come running when he comes home, chanting his name. They garden together, and he's much more demonstrative than I am, so I'm sure he'll make up the bulk of their happy childhood memories.Melissa Jagearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07439765292197683329noreply@blogger.com