tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post3385557498492360037..comments2024-02-12T06:10:14.590-08:00Comments on Culture Shock: Father's Dayculturejockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14263465772349376129noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-59987608068174151212009-06-22T17:01:59.207-07:002009-06-22T17:01:59.207-07:00Fathers and pancakes bring back poignant memories....Fathers and pancakes bring back poignant memories. In my case, the holiday wasn't Father's Day, it was April Fool's day; the chef wasn't my father, it was my mother; and the merry prankster was their 10-year old son, who conceived the brilliant idea of hiding a thin disk of cardboard into Dad's much anticipated first pancake of the day. Mom went along -- somewhat hesitantly, I recall. Jokes can boomerang, however. Dad'd puzzlement turned to frustration, and then to deep disappointment that ruined both his appetite and my "joke." No amount of assurances could convince him that the rest of his breakfast was uncontaminated by juvenile humor. The laughter came years later, and I'm afraid it was at the joker's expense. The paternal lesson was clear: stay away from practical jokes at breakfast time.GeorgeTaylornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-70017970066503897582009-06-22T15:32:45.020-07:002009-06-22T15:32:45.020-07:00Lovely, Ross...made me miss my dad even more, whic...Lovely, Ross...made me miss my dad even more, which isn't a bad thing at all. <br /><br />oh, and he would have made potatoes and scrambled eggs, emphasis on the potatoes.cynseattlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03546172133271149911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-41877013073563183782009-06-22T10:48:30.381-07:002009-06-22T10:48:30.381-07:00Son Ross, I knew my sourdough pancakes were part o...Son Ross, I knew my sourdough pancakes were part of my "persona" but was not aware that it had such significance to family and friends. Thank you for your loving blog. DadAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03710033068182028016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-23822555956677570472009-06-22T09:07:21.051-07:002009-06-22T09:07:21.051-07:00Beautiful post, MTC. Rob and Taylor and I took in ...Beautiful post, MTC. Rob and Taylor and I took in a Mariners game to celebrate Father's Day together, and although Taylor was text messaging during half of the game, it really was a nice father-son-stepfather experience to remember.culturejockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14263465772349376129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-44355909515822650112009-06-21T21:05:03.272-07:002009-06-21T21:05:03.272-07:00Thanks for the comments everybody. I’ve enjoyed r...Thanks for the comments everybody. I’ve enjoyed reading your thoughts and memories of your fathers—from ancient waffle irons to summer solstice rituals, they’re all good. Laura, you're always welcome to use this site to pass messages along to your travelling blogman!MightyToyCannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523823158706838012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-82322552404179473802009-06-21T14:53:58.754-07:002009-06-21T14:53:58.754-07:00My blogman, the father of my children, is out of t...My blogman, the father of my children, is out of town, so your blog comment arena will have to do, and I'm glad for it.<br /><br />This year, Father's Day has the happy chance of coinciding with the summer solstice.<br /><br />If my father were at my house this morning, he would gleefully jump at trying to be first to say, "Notice how the days are getting shorter?"<br /><br />And if by some weird twist of happenstance he forgot or mistimed the right moment and one of us blurted it first, he would shake his head and act mockingly defeated. But then this wide grin would spread across his face and he would get the best twinkle in his eye.<br /><br />After he walked into the sunset, my brother and I played the game every six months. Until my large large smelly boy caught on. Now he races to call his uncle first. But his uncle landed in China a few days ago, so when he realized the date today he e-mailed him as fast as he could. I hope his e-mail got there first.<br /><br />Oh, and travelling blogman, your small large smelly boy lost two teeth since you left yesterday.<br /><br />Happy Father's Day.Miss Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01623530213538794529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-43257697056829157112009-06-21T11:54:39.157-07:002009-06-21T11:54:39.157-07:00That's just lovely. Thanks so much.That's just lovely. Thanks so much.Miss Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01623530213538794529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-37167422809498649102009-06-21T10:31:44.950-07:002009-06-21T10:31:44.950-07:00Beautiful sentiment. Can't believe a simple st...Beautiful sentiment. Can't believe a simple story about pancakes (or waffles) has got me feeling so gooey inside. I think I have something in my eye.<br /><br />Happy Father's Day, MTC!shobizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01471300080193371502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-49993972815447981942009-06-21T10:13:34.956-07:002009-06-21T10:13:34.956-07:00MTC, thanks for invoking memories of many Sunday m...MTC, thanks for invoking memories of many Sunday mornings in my own parents' kitchen, where my dad made his signature buttermilk waffles on an iron older than his children. With the exception of the mimosas, you could've been describing the same room, the same things said, the same enduring rituals.<br /><br />Happy Father's Day.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393279837801273712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-55737142521830983982009-06-21T10:10:49.120-07:002009-06-21T10:10:49.120-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17393279837801273712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34128825.post-82966024381076952822009-06-21T09:56:31.090-07:002009-06-21T09:56:31.090-07:00Heartwarming Ross! I love the memories I have of m...Heartwarming Ross! I love the memories I have of my dad, too. Though, his specialty was Kraft mac and cheese. I loved it all the same!!Lisa Bnoreply@blogger.com