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Another way to do family history...blogging style.
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I would describe dad as happy, full of the spirit, caring, and always trying to be the best he can be. It always seems like no matter what he's doing, he tries to do it well. Most of my friends and people in the ward would always comment on how happy he is and that he always has a smile on his face.
ReplyDeleteI have several favorite memories with my dad. He would help out all the time with my softball games, acting as assisting coach. He came straight from work in his suit and tie to be coaching from 1st base. I think he always believed in me more than I would give myself credit for. That's probably why he always wanted to go outside and practice with me extra hours everyday.
My other favorite memory of my dad is when I had to do a bug collection for my junior high grade science class. He was used to the kids at Taylorsville who were supposed to have several bugs named scientifically. We spent hours and hours collecting, pinning, and naming bugs. I went to school with a giant garbage bag full of bugs I caught while most people only caught 10 or so bugs with the names of "grasshopper" and "house fly" written on them. My teacher pulled me aside and told me how great my project was and that he was going to keep it by his desk in case anyone had a dispute about getting a bad grade for their bug collection. He would tell them, "This is what an A project looks like." I was proud of that bug collection and I had a lot of fun doing it with my dad. It gave us a good excuse to just go to the park or camping with each other.
I would describe my dad as someone with a lot of honesty and integrity. He was always actively involved as a parent and took time to read to us at night, play sports with us, help us with homework, and clean any leftovers on our plates. He smiles often (many of my friends would act super surprised if I ever mentioned that my dad was mad or upset at something because they never saw him without a smile).
ReplyDeleteAs far as memories go, some of my favorite memories were when he would race me to bed at night. We'd always run down the stairs and into my room...the first one on the bed, won. I would constantly be rearranging my room without him knowing so that I could run in a know right where to jump before he could. He was also a pro and doing different character voices when reading bedtime stories!
I would describe my dad as a very upbeat and hard working man with high integrity. I always loved when he would wake me up because he would give me a massage. I also love his laugh. He has a great sense of humor and a great smile that is known to all those around him. I have had people comment to me that he even smiles as he sings. Whenever my dad would help me make the bed he would throw the extra pillows and stuffed animals on randomly. I thought that was funny because that is exactly what my husband Ben also does. I always looked up to my dad and how he does the best he can at whatever he does.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was very special to me. To many in the family, he was a black sheep and did many things he could not be proud of. Yet to me he was a hero, led by Heavenly Father and my protector so I could serve my God.
ReplyDeleteHe taught me to fish, a hobby I love to this day. Once in a Mexican restaurant, he was asked if I would like it hot. He thought for a moment, and said, "No, he should not have spicy, hot food." He protected me.
When I was 7 I developed strange eye movements. He believed I would go blind. He bought me a go kart so I could have some experience driving and the freedom of driving I could not experience if I were blind. Of coarse the go kart was sold when the doctor said my eyes were fine, but I remembered the thought and of his love.
When I left for college, my mother said my dad cried that I was leaving.
As a young teenager, dad's friends invited him and I to go fishing in Mexico. As we came to the boarder, his friends suggested we go to the red light district. He answered that that activity would not be for me. Witout me, I know they would have not hesitated to go. Heavenly Father protected me through my dad and my mother.
Dad taught me to work hard. He never coerced me into working on the farm. He would say that he was short-handed and needed some help and asked if I would like to help. I knew I could say, 'No,' but I always wanted to help. Once when I was bored with my task of shoving cabbage toward the packers, he said, "When you work, work hard, when you play, play hard. Don't do anything halfway."
I broke a big picture window two weeks before we were to move out of our house in Glendora. I took a big rock that required both hands to lift and threw it down onto the sidewalk to kill a bee. The rock bounced off the concrete and broke the window. He said he didn't have the money to pay for it and would have to work to pick strawberries and sell them at the fruit stand to make the $114.00 to replace the large picture window. I woke every morning at 4:00 am to pick and earned every cent. He also gave me two rows of strawberries to care for that summer, but I failed in that responsibility and the two rows turned to weeds, but he had the trust to let me try to learn to work.
My dad (Masato Namba) was a hard worker but also knew how to have fun, especially in the winter when there wasn't farmwork. We went on lots of trips during the winter--California or Idaho every year. My dad was also a people person. He liked to interact with people and talk to them. He also liked to have the latest gadgets. We had one of the first TV's I think.
ReplyDeleteSome of the memories that I like best are when he retired and we went fishing on his boat. It wasn't just the boat but he went out of his way to make sure everyone had a good time. He also made sure that he would take people on the boat that he thought "needed" to have a good time. One tradition was that whoever said the blessing on the food would be the next one to catch a fish. It always seemed to work!