We mentioned in another thread starting a thread about dads.
My own dad has always been a character. We grew up poor, but he always had odd ways of compensating for our lack of 'nice things.' For example, I never had brand name shoes. It seems like a small deal, but I got made fun of a lot for my Kmart shoes. One day my dad brought home 3 giant boxes of brand new Reeboks. He said, "everyone come find yourself a pair of shoes." We literally had to do some serious digging, because they weren't PAIRS of shoes, they were just miscellaneous shoes. I found one pair, but it was two left shoes. I finally settled on a pair that matched, but one was 8 and the other 8 1/2. They were close enough... no one noticed.
There was also the first time I got a belt that actually fit me. I always got my brother's belts. He was fat, I was skinny. So aside from being all worn out, they would wrap around me twice. One day my dad brought home a huge box of leather scraps, along with some leather working tools. He helped us all cut a straight strap out, attach a buckle, and even burn in some decorations with a wood burner iron.
So here's a tribute thread to dads everywhere. Let the stories begin.
My own dad has always been a character. We grew up poor, but he always had odd ways of compensating for our lack of 'nice things.' For example, I never had brand name shoes. It seems like a small deal, but I got made fun of a lot for my Kmart shoes. One day my dad brought home 3 giant boxes of brand new Reeboks. He said, "everyone come find yourself a pair of shoes." We literally had to do some serious digging, because they weren't PAIRS of shoes, they were just miscellaneous shoes. I found one pair, but it was two left shoes. I finally settled on a pair that matched, but one was 8 and the other 8 1/2. They were close enough... no one noticed.
There was also the first time I got a belt that actually fit me. I always got my brother's belts. He was fat, I was skinny. So aside from being all worn out, they would wrap around me twice. One day my dad brought home a huge box of leather scraps, along with some leather working tools. He helped us all cut a straight strap out, attach a buckle, and even burn in some decorations with a wood burner iron.
So here's a tribute thread to dads everywhere. Let the stories begin.
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