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Please take some time to right a few words of praise on your Dad. I would enjoy reading your stories....I'll get it started
My dad's name is James. He was born in Oregon. In his younger years, he traversed North America from Alaska to Mexico and everywhere in between on a '69 rigid frame Harley Davidson with a 'suicide clutch'. How cool is that? I am not sure why and I never asked how he and a buddy wound up in Alvin, TX. I know they came to Texas to visit friends. I was told that he had no money and was living in tent at the time my mother met him. She wanted nothing to do with his scraggly azz. This was sometime around 1980. For some reason, my mother gave in to his advances and the rest is history. Here is were I tip my hat to him.....he is my step-father. He gave up a life of true freedom to join our little family. He did whatever it took to take care of us. He has always loved me as his own (he always has a hug ready for me) and disciplined me as his own as well (I called him a 'dummy' once in my Jr High days - I learned my lesson about 3 seconds after that).
Jump ahead to 1998. I have found a little family of my own and about to become a step-father myself. My father and my mother accepted my new son with open arms. They would take him fishing, camping and even cooked him his very first steak. I have tried to follow the example he set forth with my own family. I can without a doubt understand exactly what he went through when he decided join our family and take on the challenge of raising a step-son. Now my son is 21 years old and serving our amazing country in the US Air Force. If all goes well tomorrow, I hope to take my dad and my nephew to Joe's BBQ for a steak and potato and anything thing else they want.
Happy Father's Day James Brandon (JRBdivemaster)!!!!!
My dad's name is James. He was born in Oregon. In his younger years, he traversed North America from Alaska to Mexico and everywhere in between on a '69 rigid frame Harley Davidson with a 'suicide clutch'. How cool is that? I am not sure why and I never asked how he and a buddy wound up in Alvin, TX. I know they came to Texas to visit friends. I was told that he had no money and was living in tent at the time my mother met him. She wanted nothing to do with his scraggly azz. This was sometime around 1980. For some reason, my mother gave in to his advances and the rest is history. Here is were I tip my hat to him.....he is my step-father. He gave up a life of true freedom to join our little family. He did whatever it took to take care of us. He has always loved me as his own (he always has a hug ready for me) and disciplined me as his own as well (I called him a 'dummy' once in my Jr High days - I learned my lesson about 3 seconds after that).
Jump ahead to 1998. I have found a little family of my own and about to become a step-father myself. My father and my mother accepted my new son with open arms. They would take him fishing, camping and even cooked him his very first steak. I have tried to follow the example he set forth with my own family. I can without a doubt understand exactly what he went through when he decided join our family and take on the challenge of raising a step-son. Now my son is 21 years old and serving our amazing country in the US Air Force. If all goes well tomorrow, I hope to take my dad and my nephew to Joe's BBQ for a steak and potato and anything thing else they want.
Happy Father's Day James Brandon (JRBdivemaster)!!!!!
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