Those wacky Dads

This should probably be a Father’s Day post, but I got inspired today so this year Father’s Day is November 8th.

My Dad started his adult life as a professional racing jockey. Since then he’s managed a tool hire store, travelled Africa and the Middle East selling cranes (the big machines, not the birds), run three pubs, managed a DIY store and started a bed and breakfast in France. He has renovated many houses (including one that started out with no roof), worked hard as a gardener and even a smallholder. Although my parents separated when I was young, he’s always been a big part of my life. I’m proud of all he’s done, and I’m glad I’ve had his love and support through everything I’ve done.

My Step-Dad is a carpenter. I’m still not sure what his original speciality was, but now he can put his hand to just about any kind of construction work. I’m sure he could build a house from scratch single-handedly. We don’t see eye to eye on all things, but he’s always accepted the choices I’ve made and helped me when I’ve needed it.

My Dad-in-Law escaped from Hungary in secrecy in the middle of the night during the Hungarian revolution. He is a renowned psychologist and a gifted and published poet well known in his home country. He is exuberant and eccentric to the point of constantly embarassing his daughter, my wife, who he calls Nifi the Extraordinary Boufi. He has accepted me into his family unreservedly, even though I never actually asked him if it was ok to marry his daughter.

My Step-Dad-in-Law was raised in wartime and post-war Ireland and he still has the accent to prove it. He spent many years of his life travelling the world as a marine engineer and met Jen’s mum while docked at Montreal. Now he’s settling down to a retirement in their country house. There he makes wonderful knives, cooks delicious food, makes his own booze, smokes his own meat and fish, taps his own maple trees, raises rabbits and collects his own firewood. He knows all the most disgusting poems and the best off-colour jokes. He’s a thorougly good man and I have the utmost respect for him.

Those are all my Dads. They are all amazing characters in their own ways. They are all so very different. They’ve all been and continue to be a big part of my life. I’m proud of all their accomplishments and honoured to call them my Dads.

6 thoughts on “Those wacky Dads”

  1. You’re a very lucky man to have, not just one, but FOUR great Dads. What a great wealth of knowledge they must be for you.

    (Must make Christmas kind of expensive for you though!)

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