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Happy Fathers Day to all!
Written by Nancy Spencer   
Saturday, June 14, 2014 8:00 PM | Updated ( Sunday, June 15, 2014 5:26 PM )

Sunday is Father’s Day — a celebration of dad and all he does throughout the year.

It can be a bittersweet day for those who no longer have the patriarch of the family around to honor. My father has been gone for 16 years now and there are still times it feels like just a few months.

It’s funny the things that stick in your mind about people when they are gone. Little things that don’t really mean anything — except to you.

My father had many good qualities. He was honest, hard-working and always ready to extend help to others. He also had a few, well, let’s call them quirks.

We had a summer cottage in Michigan for more than 20 years. Each weekend, we would pack up and travel north for fishing, swimming and a host of other activities. Packing the car was always dad’s job.

First, just let me say the man had an uncanny ability to pack three cars’ worth of stuff in the back of our station wagon and still have clear visibility in the rear-view mirror.

Anyone who unwittingly put something in the car without his knowledge was quickly redressed. “Now, why would you put that there?” he would demand. “If you put it here, we still have room for…” And of course, he would be right.

He also loved to mow the grass. I would watch him walk along behind the mower holding a conversation with himself. Sometimes, I guess you just need to work things out on your own.

 
What we learned from our fathers
Written by Byron McNutt   
Saturday, June 14, 2014 8:00 PM

It has been said: one father is worth more than a hundred schoolmasters. It is important to have a father in the home for the life lessons he can pass on to his children.

New babies make men out of fathers and boys out of grandfathers. The best years of fatherhood are when your kids are old enough to wash your car but too young to drive it.

Many a father works hard to keep the wolf from the door, then his daughter grows up and brings one home. It is not easy to be a parent, but it is vital to have both a mother and father in the home raising children.

Sonora Smart was one of six children. When she was still very young, her mother passed away. Sonora and her five brothers were raised by their father, William Smart, a veteran of the Civil War.

In 1909, Sonora, now Mrs. John Dodd, living in Spokane, WA, got the idea for Father’s Day. She wanted the celebration to be the first Sunday of June in 1910 because that would have been her father’s birthday, but the local ministers had a conflict with that Sunday, so it was agreed to mark the day on the third Sunday.

Congress made Father’s Day a national holiday in 1971. What have we learned from our fathers the last 115 year? Here’s a sample of things learned that I found at the bottom of my “borrowed” file:

My father taught me religion—“You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet.” He taught me about logic—“Because I said so, that’s why.” And he taught me about foresight—“Make sure you wear clean underwear in case you’re in an accident.”

My father taught me about irony—“Keep crying and I’ll give you something to cry about.” He taught me about the science of osmosis—“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.” Father taught me about contortionism—“Will you look at the dirt on the back of your neck!”

My father taught me about stamina—“You’ll sit there until that spinach is all gone.” He taught me about weather—“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.” And, he taught me about hypocrisy—“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times, don’t exaggerate!”

My father taught me the circle of life—“I helped bring you into this world and I can take you out.” My dad taught me about behavior modification—“Stop acting like your mother!” My father taught me about envy—“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”

My father taught me about anticipation—“Just wait until we get home.” And, he taught me about receiving—“You are going to get it when you get home!” My dad taught me ESP —“Don’t give me that look, I know exactly what you’re thinking!”

But most of all, my father taught me about justice. “One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.”

*****

A husband took his wife to her 30th class reunion and disco was the dance theme. There was a guy on the dance floor getting down big time—break dancing, moonwalking, back flips…the works.

The wife turned to her husband and said: “See that guy dancing? Twenty-seven years ago he proposed to me, and I turned him down.”

The husband says: “Looks like he’s still celebrating!”

*****

The summer season is rapidly approaching. Millions of American families will be taking to the roads in search of memories for a lifetime. Comedian Jerry Seinfeld warns us: “Remember, nothing is ‘fun for the whole family.’”

Seinfeld said his parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.

Rita Rudner offered this advice to other young couples. “I want to have my children while my parents are young enough to take care of them.” Caring for young grandchildren sure sounds like a fun activity for people in their 50s and 60s.

More parenting advice from Rudner: “When I meet a man, I ask myself, ‘Is this the man I want my children to spend their weekends with?’”

Woody Allen observes, “Life is full of loneliness, misery and suffering, and it’s over much too soon.” He also said, “My parents stayed together for 40 years, but that was out of spite.”

Most of us would believe in God, if he would only give us a clear sign—like making a large deposit in our name in a Swiss bank account.

 
A summer vacation for me
Written by Nancy Spencer   
Saturday, June 07, 2014 8:00 PM

Children, children everywhere! School is out for the summer.

Ah. Summer vacation!

Who doesn’t remember the last day of school and endless possibilities that lay ahead?

The last days of school were excruciating. They seemed to drag on for an eternity. It was warm and we all wanted to be outside, not cooped up in a classroom being tested on how much we had paid attention during the school year.

I remember gazing out the classroom window and imagining the fun I was going to have. I lived in a neighborhood packed with kids. The possibilities were endless. The canal was always a place to spend time fishing and catching turtles and crawdads. The park was just a hop, skip and a jump across the canal and always filled with friends and activity.

On first order was a pass to the swimming pool. All the neighborhood kids would race to the pool to be the first one in when the gates opened. Hours of splashing, playing and getting up the nerve to jump off the high-dive followed.

This is where I also cultivated my love for Charleston Chews.

 
Brothers appreciate coverage of building’s demolition
Written by Staff Reports   
Saturday, June 07, 2014 8:00 PM | Updated ( Sunday, June 08, 2014 7:25 PM )

To the editor,

My brother, Alfred Schmit, and I would like to thank The Delphos Herald for the excellent coverage given to the recent demolition of the former Schmit’s Market building at Second and Canal streets in Delphos.

Our father, Nicholas Schmit, was the former owner of the Schmit and Patton Grocery during the 1920s and 30s. Dad died in 1935 and left our mother with eight children. The grocery provided mother and her eight children with an income during The Great Depression and World War II.

Brothers Jerome and Alfred both served in the Army during the war. Jerome is now deceased but he was also a partner in the grocery.

 
Insightful observations from 1955
Written by Byron McNutt   
Saturday, June 07, 2014 8:00 PM

If you’re at least 60 years-old, you need to share the following with your kids and grandkids. These are comments made by folks in the mid-1950s and are in stark contrast with how we live today.

Sure, times have changed. Young folks today can’t imagine how their grandparents and great-grandparents, recovering from WWII and the Korean War, could possibly live and support a family while earning less than $100 a week.

There is a movement today about raising the minimum wage to $10.10 an hour, or as high as $15 per hour. Well, back in 1955, the federal minimum wage was raised from 75 cents per hour to $1 per hour on August 12.

I’ve heard people say they think they had more discretionary money and buying power 40 years ago than they have today. They made much less per week but they could buy the things they needed and still have money left over. Not the case today.

What happened? Everything has been supersized. We had limited options back then and we were more able to get along with smaller expectations.

In the 1950s, if you were fortunate to have a television, you probably got three channels, and they were free. No one dreamed that one day we’d pay for programming. If you had a telephone, it was on a party line. Probably cost less than $3 per month. Needy families only had toilet paper on Fridays!

Okay, here’s a list of comments made in 1955, just 59 years ago. After you’ve read them, make a list of things true today that might seem just as outrageous just 20 years from now.

- I’ll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way they are, it’s going to be impossible to buy a week’s groceries for $20.

- Have you seen the new cars coming out next year? It won’t be long before $2,000 will only buy a used one.

- If cigarettes keep going up in price, I’m going to be forced to quit smoking. A quarter a pack is ridiculous.

- Did you hear, the post office is thinking about charging a dime just to mail a letter!

- If they raise the minimum wage to $1, nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store.

- When I first started driving, who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon. Guess we’d be better off leaving the car in the garage.

- Those duck tail hair cuts are horrible. Next thing you know boys will be wearing their hair as long as the girls.

 
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