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Reader's Write - A Daughter's Remembrance

 

Note from Andy:  We are fortunate here at MyOldRV to have a wide readership with many and varied interests.   Back in the day. when the blog first started, it was all about recreational vehicles.  Not so much now….which is a good thing.

 

Enjoy this guest post from VH.

I have labored long and hard over this post.  I want to honor my Father and there is so much to honor and so many stories to be told, I didn’t know where to begin and I am still not sure I am telling the right story that would give him his just due. A huge catalog of  stories, some still too tender and raw to tell even though he has been gone for over 40 years now.
But I am going to try.

roughnecksII I grew up in a small, dusty town in west Texas.  My Daddy was an oilfield worker. He worked wherever the oilfield took him,and sometimes was only able to come home once or twice a month.  It was my 8th birthday and he switched shifts with a fellow at the rig so he could come home.

I had never been anywhere to eat except for the local drive-in or diner.  Never been to somewhere with tablecloths and cloth napkins.  So the deal was, we were to go out to dinner in the  big city of Odessa to a fine dining restaurant named “The Shrimp Boat”, just me and him.  I was dressed in my finest Sunday school dress, and my good winter coat, the one with the fake fur collar and the big brass buttons.   I had on my Mary Jane patent leather shoes and scabs on both knees.  My Dad wore a suit  with a tie, which I had only seen before at weddings and funerals.  So I knew this was serious stuff.

We arrived at the restaurant under a porte cochere and my Dad told me to remain in the car.  He got out and a man came around to my door and opened it for me, extending a hand, of which I had no idea why.  He assisted me out of the car and then someone came in the driver’s side and drove the car away.  WTF! I thought someone had stolen our car!  We entered the restaurant and a nice lady in a long and lovely dress, like a movie star, escorted us to our table.  My Dad did a weird thing, he helped me off with my coat and pulled out the chair for me to sit in!  I did not know what to do so he reached out and scooted my chair in for me.  We sat in front of a burning fireplace, I had never seen one before, we lived in a trailer.  It was  kind of out of my world of possibility  at that time, only something I read about in school books.

The menu came and even though I knew how to read, I didn’t know what anything on the menu was!  The only fish I had ever had was fried catfish.  Daddy ordered me s stuffed flounder.  It came with the head on it.  That upset me what with the eye and all, so he took the head off and put it on a bread plate and had it sent away.  It came with rice pilaf, which I had never had anything except for plain white rice.  It was all so new and exotic for me.  Pretty heady stuff for a kid from a one horse town in the middle of the west Texas dessert.  I had cheesecake at  Dad’s recommendation , for dessert ,and I thought I had died and gone to heaven!  At this point I am thinking my Dad is the most sophisticated person I had ever known.  How did he know about all these things, he must be really smart!  I had begun to realize there might be a whole world outside the trailer court that I did not know about  but  Dad knew about it!

At the end of the meal with my belly stuffed, my Dad pulled my chair out from the table and helped me on with my coat.  By the time the car came round , I was sleepy eyed.  The valet opened the door and I immediately got in and scooted over next to Daddy and laid my head on his chest.  I quickly fell asleep knew nothing else of the trip back home.  Except for the  sense of being carried into my house and dispatched to my Mom who put me to bed.   Just before I went to sleep my Daddy came in and kissed me on the cheek and said, “My darling, always make sure “they” treat you like a lady and realize  how  precious you are.  I did not always adhere to this advice.  Daddy I know what you were trying to tell me now. I love you and I miss you. And I thank you for trying to give me a sense of self and a sense of self respect.  Thank you for giving me the me sense THAT THERE WAS SOMETHING OUT THERE BEYOND IF I LOOKED FOR IT.

 

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3 comments to Reader’s Write – A Daughter’s Remembrance

  • This was such a beautiful story. It should be in a magazine. This father opened up a whole new world for his precious little girl. And gave her very good advice. How a father treats his daughter is essential to the woman she becomes. Again. So beautifully well-written!!!Thank you.

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  • Nancy1340

    Beautiful post. Thank you.

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  • MissV

    Thank you ladies for your very kind words.

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