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[Valkyrie]

I don't really want to take over Poet's posting, but would like her to know that she isn't alone. Thank's ladies, yes, my dad was a nutcase - and I think that's helped a lot, and his remaining brothers are completely bonkers too (well, one is a little more sedate but he sure surprised me at the funeral!).

[Lesley]

Not taking over at all Koojie - it's nice to see support, and I'm sure Poet will be happy that you've posted in here.

[Guest]

Koojie, I'm so sorry about your dad but it sounds like you sent him on his way in style! We had Cavan O'Connor's "I'm only a strolling vagabond" played as we left the crematorium. My dad used to tie his hankie round his neck and wander up and down outside the living room window singing it, embarrassing the heck out of my mum

 

Mum would be watching TV and then suddenly think, where's he gone? And he'd appear at the window. He was very daft was my dad

 

I love the idea of the Ying Tong song, Cavin O'connor sounded very like Spike Milligan/Harry Seacombe I think. My dad loved all that daftness xxxxxxxxxxxx

[Valkyrie]

Ha ha Poet - your dad sounds great - I reckon they are both having a knees up together! Love the Strolling Vagabond and your poor mum - he does seem to do the same sort of things - my dad used to wind mum up too.

 

When I lived at home and was having a bath he would blow raspberries into the overflow pipe outside - scared the living daylights out of me! He fancied himself as a poet too - being born on 25th January, he signed his work as "Sideburns" - but quite a bit different in style:

 

Once while walking through a wood

I picked bluebells by the score

Then I was fined for trespassing

I won't go there no more.

 

Hmmm, double negative, hmmm. There were lots of others and quite rude. He used to make up stories at bedtime - the 3 bears were called Oodie, Nudie and Rudie with Goldyknickers which was basically us (I was Goldyknickers) - you can guess how that went. Mum had to make him stop so that my brother would settle down to sleep!

[Guest]

he sounds lovely, my dad used to do that with the overflow pipe, you've just reminded me!

 

He used to hang us upside down by our ankles over the banister so we could wave to mum in the lounge and he'd torment the cat by putting space dust in its mouth, hanging it in a carrier bag on the washing line and putting pegs on its tail! The cat loved him though and would always sit on his lap in the evening and follow him everywhere.

 

He was a terrible tease and a joker! They sound very similar, love the poem xxxx

[Ain't Nobody Here]

Both your dads sound absolutely fab .

[Yorkshire Pudding]

Poet, I think this is a lovely thing to have happened and as others have said, you should be completely guilt free.

 

Both Poet and Koojie, I have so enjoyed reading your happy memories of your fathers' silly antics. Both were obviously much loved and a source of joy in your families. Once the initial grieving is done, you will both be left with memories to treasure.

[Valkyrie]

Isn't it strange they are so alike - I wonder if they were related in some distant past and they inherited the naughty genes?

Yorkie Pud - sometimes it got a bit much and he would drive mum up the wall - while we laughed.

Poet - oh no, not Stardust - the poor cat!

I was never swung upside down - we lived in a bungalow, but he did terrify his youngest brother by swinging himself upside down from the loft hatch in the dark, but he lit his face up with a torch and growled so the poor boy screamed (then dad was told off by my nan). I seem to have inherited that evil streak and so has DD - we both frighten OH with pranks (he screams like a big girlie so it's fun ).

Being a daddy's girl, I did lots with him, tinker with car engines, woodwork, painting, swimming, gardening and climbing trees! I liked his music and he liked mine (well, apart from the power metal).

Dad had so many anecdotes from his childhood too, and his Navy days - what a little terror he was! I must write them down before I forget, and they can be passed on to future generations - I think you should do that with your dad, Poet - you already have shared some cracking tales with us.

[poachedegg]

Dad had so many anecdotes from his childhood too, and his Navy days - what a little terror he was! I must write them down before I forget, and they can be passed on to future generations - I think you should do that with your dad, Poet - you already have shared some cracking tales with us.

 

I think that is a great idea for both of you and probably quite cathartic. I am actually quite jealous that you both had such a great relationship with your pa's!

[Valkyrie]