Actually, she becomes pilot. But that’s for another time far off.
It wasn’t all that long ago that we saw her standing there in a little nightgown and fuzzy bunny slippers, a stuffed animal in one hand and the thumb of the other in her mouth.
A memory: my dad used to be a foreman at a wood shop (they manufactured broom heads, brush handles, etc., to send to the actual manufacturers of said products). He always came home covered in sawdust. The smell of sawdust or fresh cut wood always brings me back to my childhood. Oh, I worked there for a short time as well, and when the “slow season” came up, since I was last in, I was first laid off…by my own father! We still laugh at that.
Here is one of those moments where John is unquestionably a good dad. I would never have voluntarily spent that much time with my father, and if I had, he would never have praised me or my work. Sweet!
I was the youngest and only girl, so I was definitely a daddy’s girl. He was an electrician so I learned early how to do many small electrical jobs. I loved it. He is still around as my mom.
I am musician. One day I came home to find my daughter playing my piano, both hands independently, without ANY lessons. To be clear I am self taught but aside form sight reading actually KNOW a lot of music theory, and have been on or releases several tings but anyway, I was pleasantly surprised> I let her play until the piece was done. Then I spoke, she nearly fell of the stool! BUt when I asked her how she learned she showed me a video on YOUTUBE of how to play that song. What she had done was figure out how to play something complex, mechanically. She did not pursue it much after that, sadly, but still dabbles, when possible. She does not live here anymore. But it was almost like learning foreign lines for a stage part, phonetically, and mastering them, but not being able to actually speak the language, even if you do know the meaning of the lines. Unless you take the time to learn vocabulary and sentence structure, you really will not KNOW the language.
Daddy memories are the best. My daddy was/is a car guy, so I learned how to change the oil, tire, brakes, shocks, belts, plugs, and various filters. Also how to replace the alternator and rebuild a carburetor. When I see an old STP sticker or use duct tape or WD-40, I think of my Daddy.
I’m a woodturner, and the lathe sprays me liberally with shavings. I come in with them all in my hair, and every place my apron doesn’t cover. My dryer doesn’t have a lint trap, it has a sawdust trap.
Long, long time ago when we were looking at houses, we were in one and this man comes in completely covered in sawdust…you should have seen the wife’s expression… when we left, even my husband (who many times “doesn’t get it”), was sympathetic to the wife’s expression… As an aside: I remember it was a really beautiful house, and I just don’t know why our agent took us there, since we were looking for a four bedroom, and that one had three…
Sometimes the agents will show you a house that’s in their group hopping you might like it well enough to buy. I had one that kept showing us two story houses when I specifically requested a ranch.
Templo S.U.D. over 5 years ago
no kidding on that last remark
Enter.Name.Here over 5 years ago
Actually, she becomes pilot. But that’s for another time far off.
It wasn’t all that long ago that we saw her standing there in a little nightgown and fuzzy bunny slippers, a stuffed animal in one hand and the thumb of the other in her mouth.
vaughnrl2003 Premium Member over 5 years ago
And they lived happily ever after. Not such a bad thing you know.
Jelliqal over 5 years ago
Never anything better than spending time with your Dad when you are a little girl. Except maybe spending time with Grand parents.
Wren Fahel over 5 years ago
A memory: my dad used to be a foreman at a wood shop (they manufactured broom heads, brush handles, etc., to send to the actual manufacturers of said products). He always came home covered in sawdust. The smell of sawdust or fresh cut wood always brings me back to my childhood. Oh, I worked there for a short time as well, and when the “slow season” came up, since I was last in, I was first laid off…by my own father! We still laugh at that.
Kalkkuna over 5 years ago
No worries, mom. All this can change when she gets a little older.
jless over 5 years ago
Lynn’s Comments:
Kate was as at home in the workshop as I was in the kitchen.
masnadies over 5 years ago
Here is one of those moments where John is unquestionably a good dad. I would never have voluntarily spent that much time with my father, and if I had, he would never have praised me or my work. Sweet!
Dixie Lee over 5 years ago
I was the youngest and only girl, so I was definitely a daddy’s girl. He was an electrician so I learned early how to do many small electrical jobs. I loved it. He is still around as my mom.
Terminal Frost Premium Member over 5 years ago
I am musician. One day I came home to find my daughter playing my piano, both hands independently, without ANY lessons. To be clear I am self taught but aside form sight reading actually KNOW a lot of music theory, and have been on or releases several tings but anyway, I was pleasantly surprised> I let her play until the piece was done. Then I spoke, she nearly fell of the stool! BUt when I asked her how she learned she showed me a video on YOUTUBE of how to play that song. What she had done was figure out how to play something complex, mechanically. She did not pursue it much after that, sadly, but still dabbles, when possible. She does not live here anymore. But it was almost like learning foreign lines for a stage part, phonetically, and mastering them, but not being able to actually speak the language, even if you do know the meaning of the lines. Unless you take the time to learn vocabulary and sentence structure, you really will not KNOW the language.
asrialfeeple over 5 years ago
Not sure Mom is happy with that.
birdiescomics over 5 years ago
OK, I know this is picky, but doesn’t Ellie have a superfluous arm in panel #2?
myrendal over 5 years ago
Daddy memories are the best. My daddy was/is a car guy, so I learned how to change the oil, tire, brakes, shocks, belts, plugs, and various filters. Also how to replace the alternator and rebuild a carburetor. When I see an old STP sticker or use duct tape or WD-40, I think of my Daddy.
sbwertz over 5 years ago
I’m a woodturner, and the lathe sprays me liberally with shavings. I come in with them all in my hair, and every place my apron doesn’t cover. My dryer doesn’t have a lint trap, it has a sawdust trap.
tuslog1964 over 5 years ago
In memory of MARION B STULTS (aka WW2 Marine Veteran) 8-23-1925 to 03-09-2013 past contributor to Go Comics.
Gone (6 yrs) but not forgotten.
Atewl over 5 years ago
“Sawdust is man-glitter.”
1MadHat Premium Member over 5 years ago
But to stay on mom’s good side, she’s gotta learn to leave the sawdust in the shop. Yep, that IS experience talking.. 8^)
1JennyJenkins over 5 years ago
Long, long time ago when we were looking at houses, we were in one and this man comes in completely covered in sawdust…you should have seen the wife’s expression… when we left, even my husband (who many times “doesn’t get it”), was sympathetic to the wife’s expression… As an aside: I remember it was a really beautiful house, and I just don’t know why our agent took us there, since we were looking for a four bedroom, and that one had three…
samfran6-0 over 5 years ago
Sometimes the agents will show you a house that’s in their group hopping you might like it well enough to buy. I had one that kept showing us two story houses when I specifically requested a ranch.