Without father ado…
In March, in celebration of Mother’s Day, we had a look at what it is we love most about our mums. Now, with Father’s Day fast approaching, it’s only fair to do the same for our dads, isn’t it?
In our previous blog, we looked into the origin of Mother’s Day and found out that it was started in America by a woman named Anna Jarvis in 1907.
So what about Father’s Day?
It turns out that Father’s Day is also a tradition from across the pond. Inspired by the work of Jarvis, devoted daughter Sonora Smart Dodd started a campaign to give dads the same recognition. Although her efforts began in 1910, it wasn’t until 1972 that President Richard Nixon established a permanent national observance of Father’s Day.
Thankfully, we now have the chance to let both our parents know why they’re so special to us. So, we spoke to the team at 44 to find out what it is we love about our dads.
My dad (pictured left) always looks out for me, whatever the situation. A particularly memorable story is the time he rescued me off the hard shoulder. Having recently passed my driving test, I took the wrong exit at a huge roundabout and convinced myself I was joining the motorway (I wasn’t). I had a complete panic which resulted in me pulling over on the slip road, sitting on the hard shoulder with my hazards on, crying. I rang dad, and he left his meeting at work to come and get me and we drove home in tandem. Without him, I might still be sitting on that slip road now!
Despite his ability to rant at any politician that appears on his TV screen, my dad has always been a calm, comforting presence in my life. Whether it’s been ferrying me across the country to university interviews, helping me to relocate when I started my first job, or walking me down the aisle, he’s always given me support and love. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when I almost gave birth in his car!
He and my Mum are amazing – there can’t be many couples who would willingly uproot their lives and move to a different part of the country just to be close to their daughter and grandchildren, but they’ve done it and I’ll be eternally grateful to them for this and everything else they do for me.
My dad (pictured left) told me such good stories when I was a kid, that I still don’t know whether they’re true or not. My favourite story was one he used to tell on long car journeys: ‘Once he and his three friends, Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego, got caught in the rain and hid in a cave. To entertain themselves they told each other stories, such as the time that once my dad and his three friends, Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego, got caught in the rain and hid in a cave. To entertain themselves they told each other stories, such as the time that once my dad and his three friends, Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego, got caught in the rain and hid in a cave. To entertain themselves they told each other stories…’ Chris Coates, the meta storyteller.
My dad is fantastic for many reasons, but the main one is his entertainment value. At 75, he gets a lot of things muddled, but is always game for trying something new. This week I introduced him to Frozen Yogurt (or, in his words, ‘Yo Yo’) and recently I caught him complaining about the strength of our ‘wee-fee’. For years, he was convinced that news presenters had to repeat the news every day for plus one viewers, and last week he involved an entire café of customers in a debate about the order of the points on a compass! He’s hilarious to be around and I love him to bits – Happy Father’s Day Daddy!
There’s no one in the world who makes me laugh like my dad (pictured left) does – he always manages to get himself into funny situations and I love hearing the outcomes. We have the same sense of humour which helps!
My dad was the archetypal quiet Irish man in the corner of the bar who taught me about the importance of hard work and high standards. He was a road worker and straight after university I spent a back-breaking summer with him digging trenches, laying pipes and finishing concrete on a test track. He would not be happy until the bottom of a pipe trench was absolutely level, as to him that meant he had not done his best job.
I’m lucky enough to have two dads. My dad Ashby brought me up and he has taught me an awful lot – although sadly I haven’t developed his talent for fixing cars, DIY or basically anything practical or mechanical. Among many other things he has taught me essential stuff like how to ride a bike, understand O-Level algebra (albeit briefly as it turned out) and play golf (usually quite badly).
Growing up, every Sunday (come rain or shine) he was the one standing behind my under-12s football goal shouting words of encouragement to a very nervous goalkeeper: “Out to him Corin, narrow the angle, narrow the angle, NARROW THE ANGLE!!… ooh ok… never mind mate… it’s only six- nil – there’s still time…”
Being a dad myself now, I realise how patient he was (and still is) with me. I hope my sons look up to me the way I look up to him. He’s my mate as well as my dad.
I really look up to my dad (pictured left). He’s incredibly calm, positive and organised. I’m pretty sure he could do anything he puts his mind to – I’m proud to be his daughter.
My dad can fix pretty much anything and has been coming to my rescue for years. Some memorable examples include when I dropped my laptop in the swimming pool on holiday and when I accidentally drilled a 5cm hole in my wall. I’m not sure what I would have done without his help – and I’m pretty sure he’s joking about charging for his technical services…