I have to confess: I was a daddy's girl! He was strict, but I never doubted that he loved me and was proud of me. Sometimes that pride was a bit embarrassing. When I received my scholarship to Penn State, he carried a copy of the letter around for WEEKS, showing it to anyone who showed the slightest interest! (Of course, now that I've been on the check-writing side of college tuition, if one of my kids had received a full-tuition scholarship, I probably would have posted the letter on Facebook!) . My mother reminds me quite often about the time I shamelessly used my daddy's girl status to wheedle out a new coat. We were out shopping, and I spied a pink ski jacket. My mother said I didn't need it as I had a coat and we had just ordered my band jacket. But knowing my dad loved me in pink, I decided to show it to my dad. Next thing I knew we were at the checkout counter, buying the jacket!
|Books have always been a part of my life!|
My dad was a high school history and economics teacher. Growing up I never thought much about what kind of teacher he was. I knew he was thorough as I took his economics course my senior year. (Small school and he didn't have a lot of respect for the other economics teacher at the time!) After I graduated with my teaching degree, I remember thinking for awhile that he was terribly old-fashioned and needed to modernize his methods. But as I grew up, I realized his methods worked for him, and more importantly, he cared about his students and his subject. He was passionate about history. I never saw my father read a novel, but he read biographies, books on the Civil War and World War II and history textbooks. He never really acknowledged the fact that for awhile in the 70's our school district changed the name of all of the history classes to culture classes, US Cultures instead of US History, for example. It was History to him; none of that "hippie" stuff for my dad! He passed that love of history on to me, and history became one of my favorite subjects.
|My dad and I off to an awards ceremony in high school.|
|My dad in Korea|
I can't say that I became a teacher just because my dad was one, but I think the fact that he valued education so much played a huge role in my decision. I can only hope that my students will remember me as fondly as the generations of students in my hometown remember my dad!
|My dad with most of the grandkids the summer before he passed away.|
Now I'm off to spend Father's Day with my wonderful husband! I've heard that girls tend to marry men like their fathers- I know I did! Ron is a wonderful father, husband and teacher. I have been very blessed to have both these men in my life.