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Post by Cameron Hamilton on Nov 24, 2010 18:31:25 GMT -5
Great story Johnny. Sorry for your loss man
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Post by Joseph Hammond on Nov 24, 2010 22:16:36 GMT -5
My dad served in the Marine Corps and has been a heavy equipment operator all my life. My dad was very strict and I got the belt practicly every day. Some ppl think thats a bad thing but I always did something wrong to get disiplined. If he wouldn't have did what he did, I would probally been a dope head and in jail. He kept me straight and kept me inline. I was the first to graduate high school and college. When him and my mom got a divorce when I was 13 he met a woman and didnt have much to do with me untill I got out of the USAF and finished with college. It wasnt untill his wife left him, that we started a relationship again. We got very close untill I moved to Nebraska last month but we will keep in touch and continue to build a relationship.
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Post by Johnny Ordonne on Dec 8, 2010 11:42:55 GMT -5
Just want to say first that I am envious of all you guys! I never had the chance to meet my real dad, and I've only seen my mom twice in the last 30 years. I was adopted the day before I made five months old. My mom had 9 kids and gave all but my younger sister away. But....the man who raised me and I called dad was a wonderful person. Being from South Louisiana, he lived off the land, he had a shrimp boat and trawled during the summers and a nutria shop where we skinned nutrias and tanned the hydes during the winters. I was the only boy in his family, to go along with 5 girls, and I was the youngest! I had many good times on the water and in the marsh when I was a kid, times that will stay with me forever. Unfortuneately he passed away when I was twelve of a heart attack and his wife passed away a year later. But the years that I got to spend with him were wonderful, because he instilled the values in me that I have today. The same values that I have passed on to my own two sons and hopefully they will pass on to their own kids one day.
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Post by Ryan Thames on Dec 8, 2010 13:17:04 GMT -5
Wow.....
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Post by Guy Windover on Dec 8, 2010 13:20:34 GMT -5
My dad:::: Hmmmm how to start. His upbringing was not the best. Wont go into it more than that. He left home when he was 15 and entered the plumbing trade in Toronto Ontario. Worked hard til he was about 21 then returned to our small town of Buckhorn with one daughter and my mother and started his own plumbing business. Very tough in those days as alot of places still did not even have plumbing. Water pumps were still fairly new and winters could be slow and harsh. He picked up odd jobs here and there to get us all through and eventually grew the business to where things were better. My dad is not the huggy "I Love You" kind of dad, but a quiet "I am always here" kinda dad. His hands were huge, along with his forearms. He would beat the farmers in armwrestling way back when and has always showed an interest in my accomplishments in the sport. He is 70 now and although not the rigid individual he was in his 30's and 40's still makes me proud and hopeful that I may be like him down the road as well. I have always said to my son, my dad was a much better dad than his dad, now its my turn to improve on that, then one day you are to improve on that. I have always appreciated my dad not taking shortcuts, or putting his family at risk for self gratification. He comes over almost every day, just left here a bit ago as he wanted something welded. Always leaves with a "sorry to bother you", and me replying "its never a bother, Love you dad", to which he replies, "yeh". LMAO
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