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Father’s Day Quotes

Here comes Dad’s Day! Somehow the hype isn’t as great as is the advertising for Mother’s Day but that doesn’t mean it’s any less important. The idea for Father’s Day came in 1909 from Sonora Dodd who after hearing a Mother’s Day sermon, wished to honor her father who was a war veteran. In 1910, the City of Spokane, Washington declared the third Sunday in June as their official Father’s Day observance. It wasn’t until 1966 however that President Johnson issued a presidential proclamation and finally in 1972 President Nixon signed the day into law.

Common gifts for this day include the dreaded tie, hardware or home improvement items, fishing gear, and golf clubs.

I’d like to share with you ten of my favorite Father’s Day quotes.

Anonymous
“The greatest gift I ever had came from God, and I call him Dad!”

Stanley T. Banks
“You fathers will understand. You have a little girl. She looks
up to you. You’re her oracle. You’re her hero. And then the day
comes when she gets her first permanent wave and goes to her
first real party, and from that day on, you’re in a constant
state of panic.”

John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery
“There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a
man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the
years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands
and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.”

Lydia M. Child
“Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him
father!”

George Herbert
“One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.”

Knights of Pythagoras
“A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.”

Douglas MacArthur
“By profession, I am a soldier and take pride in that fact. But I
am prouder – infinitely prouder – to be a father. A soldier
destroys in order to build; the father only builds, never
destroys. The one has the potentiality of death; the other
embodies creation and life. And while the hordes of death are
mighty, the battalions of life are mightier still. It is my hope
that my son, when I am gone, will remember me not from the battle
field but in the home repeating with him our simple daily prayer,
‘Our Father who art in Heaven.'”

Jimmy Piersal, on How to Diaper a Baby
“Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat.
Then, fold second base down to home and set the baby on the
pitcher’s mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home
plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you
gotta call the game and start all over again.”

Margaret Truman
“It’s only when you grow up, and step back from him, or leave him
for your own career and your own home – it’s only then that you
can measure his greatness and fully appreciate it. Pride
reinforces love.”

Charles Wadsworth
“By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he
usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong.”

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there! And to my own daddy, I love you and miss you. R.I.P.

 

 


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Yes! Spelling matters.

In the last couple of weeks, I have seen a few articles in the news which contained spelling errors. Not all that uncommon, unfortunately, but sometimes a misspelled word can add a certain amount of irony to the situation. Take the first article, for example, about the winner of the Scripps National Spelling Bee. The original news release (which has since been corrected) gave the name of this year’s champion, which was misspelled in the headline. There’s one for posterity! Then as I was perusing the news today, I read about a Native American highschool senior who was being punished by her school for wearing an eagle feather along with her tassel. The article said the school board was withholding her diploma and transcripts until she paid a $1,000 fine for violating the school’s dress code for graduation ceremonies. Putting aside the actual school’s position versus her ‘right’ as a Native American here, I found it interesting that the article author, a professional journalist who we can assume has a four-year degree, not only misspelled the tribe name but presented it incorrectly. What should have been “a member of the Poarch Band of the Creek Indians” was written as “a member of the Porch Creak Band of Indians”. Are they squeaky Indians or what? And why does it matter? That’s a question I ask myself almost every day. It seems that no one is too concerned about little things like spelling or grammar anymore. But someone should be, so I guess that’s where I take my stand. Spelling matters!