Fond memories of Dad

Fond memories of DadKris Kistler's two "Dads" - her father behind her uncle on the Kodiak.

Father’s Day is a thoughtful, memorable day for many people.

You might say I was Daddy’s girl. I wanted to be with my dad constantly. It didn’t matter whether we were working in the basement where he had his workshop or doing the dishes. Some of the fondest memories I have of Saturdays with my dad are riding with him to the dump and then going to the hardware store. How I loved the hardware store!

Fond memories of Dad

My dad and I doing dishes together.

Even when I got older, Dad and I had our special times. One Saturday, in January 1966, we were going to New York City to ride on the Staten Island Ferry. My excitement faded as I awoke to the whistling wind and snow against my window.  

But Dad surprised me when he said, “Let’s go! A little snow can’t stop us!”

Dad drove his VW bug down the Merritt Parkway into the city. Ours was the only vehicle on the road. That VW, with its engine in the rear went through a foot of snow as good as today’s all wheel drive vehicles.

We parked at my grandparents’ house and then went “down the avenue” as my grandmother called it, and got on the subway to the ferry. For a nickel each, we rode the ferry to Staten Island and back, just for the excitement of standing out on its deck in the fierce snowstorm. 

Then on to Greenwich Village where Dad had grown up. We walked around his old neighborhood on Christopher Street, and then went to Murray’s Cheese Shop on Bleeker Street. Dad loved cheese. He found cheeses that weren’t available in the grocery stores at home. He filled a shopping bag full of cheeses for about eight dollars.

No, Dad never let weather stop him. That’s how I will always remember him.

Fond memories of Dad

Betty Henninger with her dad.

The Lee Sisters – Betty (Henninger), Peggy  (Huber), and Ruth grew up on a farm in Bradford County with lots of memories of their father.

Betty remembers picking blueberries at Chapman Swamp on Armenia Mountain.

“Mother always packed lunch and drink,” said Betty. “Then we continued to pick and eat blueberries.”

“Daddy and I went bullhead fishing about every night,” continued Betty. “We caught a lot of fish for breakfast. Daddy enjoyed going car riding. We counted deer and saw wild game.”

Her dad also worked for the Department of Agriculture and often took one or two of his children with him to work.

“We learned a lot about gypsy moths that he captured in a cup,” said Betty. “Daddy covered Bradford and Sullivan County. That was so much fun to go with him!”

Since Peggy’s birthday falls either on or near Father’s Day, they always celebrated those two special days together.

“I never minded sharing my cake with Daddy,” said Peggy. “I felt honored.”

Peggy remembers going fishing with her Dad, helping him with the haying and repairing fences.

Fond memories of Dad

Kris Kistler’s two “Dads” – her father behind her uncle on the Kodiak.

“I would go with Daddy to log trees with our work horse Tony,” continued Peggy. “I would ride on Tony. Daddy only logged trees with me riding Tony. When we were done for the day he would tell Tony to go home with me on him, and Daddy would meet us at the barn to help me get down.”

“There are many fond memories of Daddy-O,” said Ruth. “I especially appreciated his guidance. Daddy-O always advised us to daily acquire the national news so you can have a common subject to discuss with others. He always said ‘Do not gossip, respect the elected or seated president, if the economy is good do not vote to change the political party. And be much obliged for anyone’s kindness.’”

“I can honestly say I am very proud to be a farmer’s daughter,” said Sandy Clink. “My father was an excellent farmer. He knew his ‘ladies’ by sight and knew all their statistics in his head. He was always up to date on the latest ways to grow the best crops.”

Sandy remembers how her dad planted mums for her mother. They were always so beautiful.

Fond memories of Dad

Peggy Huber with her dad.

“My love for all things wood, I owe to my dad,” said Kris Kistler. “He taught me how to use a chainsaw and all his woodworking tools. He patiently explained how they worked, showed me how they worked and then let me play to my heart’s content.”

Kris explained that her uncle was her dad’s only sibling and he was a second dad to her.  

“My love for birds, I owe to my uncle,” said Kris. “He never went anywhere without a small pair of ‘nockers’  (binoculars) around his neck for bird watching.”

“Combining my two ‘dad’s’ hobbies into my bird-box-creating hobby has been my retirement passion,” continued Kris. “Every time I see a cardinal, I think of my Dads with love and gratitude and know they are checking on me, hopefully approving my carrying on their traditions.”

“My dad was always there for me and I have many fond memories of him,” said Deb Harer. 

One that stands out is when she was six and they had a chicken farm.

“I remember having egg fights with some pretty smelly eggs,” said Deb. “I always won as Dad’s aim was the worst! My mother, on the other hand, taught me to never let him win!”

Dan Wagner’s father was an avid hunter.  

“When I was eight, he let me go with him for the first time,” said Dan. “That day has remained a vivid memory for over 50 years now.”  

From that first outing, Dan and his dad hunted squirrels together at least once a year, never missing a year from 1966 to 2000.  

Fond memories of Dad

Dan Wagner’s and Deb Harer’s Dad.

“Dad would get up early and make two sandwiches consisting of a fried egg on untoasted bread with Miracle Whip. I dreaded the thought of eating that thing in the woods until noontime came around and I was hungry enough that it was always a welcome delight that hit the spot. If it wasn’t smashed after the morning woods walk, he slapped it in his hands before handing it to me. That smashed sandwich was tradition for many years.” 

Dan recalls the first year he took his son hunting with his Grandpa.

“Sure enough, three smashed egg sandwiches,” said Dan. 

“Dad passed in 2000 and the following year, my son and I headed out to the woods without Grandpa,” continued Dan. “We sat on a log around noon and my son said, ‘Sure gonna miss that egg sandwich.’ Well, I reached into my game pouch and pulled out a fried egg sandwich and smashed it between my hands. We ate in silence.”

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