Robert D. Johnson, ca. 1945
19-year-old student at College Of Pharmacy UT Austin
A number of years ago we talked about everyone posting a picture of their Dad on Father’s Day. Our new format makes it pretty easy to post a picture from your Photos into your Comment.
Come on! Let’s see some dads!
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Dad N me @ Kowaliga Beach, Lake Martin summer of 1955, I’d have been a year and a half old. I’ve posted this before but it’s one of my favorites.
Oh and Mornin’ Gang
Dad and month-old Texpat.
(There aren’t any photos like this of me and Daddy. As all second-borns know, three years later the bloom is off the rose . 🙂 )
It’s kinda weird to see and realize how young your parents were. Dad was 26 years old here. You can also detect the misshapen right foot sock missing a big toe. He was working nights in a McCamey, Texas block ice plant at 16 years old trying to make money to go to college. It was WWII wartime and all rubber was severely rationed so Dad was working on the ice saw with old leather shoes on. He slipped and cut off 2 toes. Dad was still on crutches when he went to Austin to attend UT.
As all second-borns know, three years later the bloom is off the rose
😀
This is the famous Psycho Squirrel. He comes at 7:00 most mornings to the back door, climbs on the railing, taps on the glass demanding nuts for breakfast for him and his girlfriend. If we don’t give him any Psycho will hurl himself off the railing onto the door glass, fall to the deck, climb up and do it again until we feed him. It’s like extortion.
Here is a fine stepdad and uncle I know.
June 14, 1970 was the date my dad was killed in an auto accident. June 14th is the date of numerous tragedies and deaths in our family so most of us try not to mark it as a day coming around. I didn’t realize it had came and went yesterday until this morning, that is a good thing.
I’m going to try and learn how to post some pictures. Is it a simple copy and paste now?
In the far right corner on the bottom of the comment box is a photo icon. I hit that on my phone and then I select a photo from the album. It takes a bit of time for the photo to load.
Ma and Pa taken last Sept.
That’s great to still have both your parents. Lost my Dad in 2000 and my Mom in 2011. Miss them every day.
Our family is blessed with long life genes on both sides. The photo was taken at Dad’s 91st birthday party. He still drives himself to the office every day.
Daddy had a deep radio voice and did some work at the UT radio station, too.
Spotted over yonder, this is a great Father’s Day picture.
Going Fishin’
It fits my generation.
H/T Henry Rifles
Love it.
One more, ole Dave and my kids in my office/master bedroom closet, on a Saturday morning in 1993. Daughter came in with a book for me to read and my Boy couldn’t let her get all the attention.:wink:
Oh and the Boys’ nightshirt is a small adult State Farm Tee shirt.
GJT
Down in the far right corner of the white Comment box is a little box. If you click on it it will give some options to insert a picture. One of the options is to chose a picture from the Photos on your phone.
GJT, if you’re a normal person using a computer, choose a photo from your photo folder.
This is a photo of a car show the day of the season opener in Lubbock in 1970. That is my little brother with my dad, I was there but I guess running around somewhere when the photographer came by which I regret to this day lol. I think this was in May, we would lose him a month later.
Me and my son in 2022.
Another of me and my son about three years ago on Father’s Day, he had drug out the bones of a pit from storage I started in the early eighties and finished it up. A true treasure.
Y’all look out, I can do photos now!
Me, my son and stepson, I consider him my son as I have raised him since he was six. This was clinching game 7 v Yankees in 2017(?).
Alert:
It is Father’s Day – post photos to your heart’s content.
However, we do encourage restraint on normal days, lest this turn into a Cat Blog or Grilled Cheese Blog.
You have no idea of the many background discussions (fights?) over including this privilege on the blogs over these many years.
Less is more.
🙂
Yes this is the man that spawned and set me loose on the world. I call him Dad but you are welcome to call him Dale.
Great pic.
My wild grandson is having his 6th birthday party today and I’m headed that way.
My Dad served in the USAF for 20 years. His job was mechanic to keep the B-52s in the air.
What a handsome guy ! What happened ?
:P:
Weird genetics in my family
And these are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
The Lovely Bsue’s Dad and Mom. Bobbie was named after her Dad…… Bob.
Funny thing about names, and being named after someone… Mama always said that they were so sure my older brother was going to be a girl named “Bobbie Ann” that they were completely at a loss when he came out male – because Daddy hated being Jr so much that he said NO WAY would my brother be saddled with “the third” so Big Bro got 2 uncles’ middle names… And I was “Sue” or “Susie” before I was born – grateful to not become “A Boy Named Sue” – but was called Sue or Susie until I got to a grade level where 2/3 of the girls in my class had “Sue” for a middle name, so I got stuck with the double name stuff until I was in Jr High – where my first teacher/band director announced that NOBODY needed 2 names, so I should get used to “Bobbie”as there were others named Sue…
Rare. Caught smiling for a photo.
BSue’s dad Bob was a trucker, I think that is why he and I got along so well. Oh and a cowboy tuh boot.
1945 Cheesecake. I guess Mom took it. 🙂
If you click on it, his head isn’t cut off.
That is at Barton Springs in Austin.
That’s about it for my dad pics, since Texpat absconded with the trunk of family photos years ago.
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Great stuff, folks.
Come on, the rest of you…get with the program.
Great pics all around.
TedTam – I found a gold mine of recipes/directions for “instant mixes” for meals using ingredients that you preserve or choose and buy yourself… kinda like hamburger helper mix, or onion soup mix only better… thought you might be interested – and if not, it’s an interesting “rabbit hole” LOL
I’ll look at it, fer sure. I’m thinking about making my own instant coffee – I like certain things in mine, and it would be nice for when I’m on the road to just need hot water. Or for mornings when I. Just. Can’t. Get. Going….
funny – I was wondering myself if that’d be worth the effort – but hadn’t thought about making anything but black coffee then do the additives later… such genius here on the comfy couch…
Of which you are one! Seriously, I got the idea from a video.
But I *will* take credit for stealing the idea.
Good Morning Hamsters,
Bright, Beautiful, and a hot Prelude to Fathers’ Day: currently 87 degrees with 67% humidity: both reaching higher this afternoon. Some Fathers are no longer with us but are thought of as if they were. And the Fathers still with us deserve their special day with their families.
I’m going to have to go looking for pics of my Dad. Here’s one of Hubby and Handsome teaching Lovely Daughter to ride a unicycle on one vacation. I think I have one of him riding as well…
I had a youth-size unicycle. Never mastered it.
Steve rode 26 miles from Navasota to the TAMU Campus as part of a cancer fundraiser that our college unicycle club did. All those hills! He and one other guy made the whole trip on one wheel.
I drove the “protect the rear and pickup” vehicle. When your thighs are your brakes and the only gas for going uphill, and there’s no coasting – I was amazed at his perseverence.
With the incessant rain this spring, the ginormous Johnson Grass meadows in the river bottom are 8 feet tall and just now going to seed.
The feed corn and soy bean fields are magnificent.
Here is the only image I have of my paternal grandfather. He’s with my grandmother, and I believe this was outside of the church just after my eldest sister’s baptism. From what I hear, he was a mean old coot and played poker with the movers and shakers. The name “Sakowitz” comes to mind. That’s how Grandpa won six cemetery plots at Rosewood Cemetery – in a poker game.
I never got to know them. Grandpa was born and lived his early years in Poggioreale, Sicily, before the family moved here. The story I heard about Grandma is that Grandpa was accompanying a cousin to Beaumont to see Cousin’s romantic interest. Grandpa saw Grandma’s picture at the house and said “I’m going to marry her.” And he did. I still have the postcards he sent to her. I’d love to get them translated some day.
Here’s my Dad doing what he did best – make lasagna. I miss those Christmases where we’d make 70 pounds of that stuff. It was a 2 day event, making Christmas lasagna. He has ruined me for any other restaurant dish of that name.
Here’s Hubby with Handsome Son, who wanted to help his Daddy with the shaving efforts. My kids wore my t-shirts for jammies when they were little; I thought that was not only cute, but very cost effective (didn’t have to buy separate nighttime outfits) and easy (slip on, slip off). That’s why Baby Handsome has that off-the-shoulder look.
I’m hoping this picture isn’t too grainy. It’s one of my absolute favorite Father pics – we were on vacation and Hubby was putting Handsome Son down for a nap.
He loves his kids. When they were little he especially adored being around them.
This last one is my favorite (among many, I’ll admit) of Hubby being Daddy with his kids. In this one, two-year-old Lovely Daughter is helping her father wash his work van. I remember taking a picture of her efforts – a series of little swirls at her height, about six of them, down one side of the white van. She was so proud of her work! Hubby just chuckled and when she went inside washed over her efforts. He used to hold her in his lap and watch her TV shows with her. I remember how we’d both laugh at her dancing to Winnie the Pooh’s “Blustery Day,” her favorite. Somewhere I have a pic of him holding her in the hospital after her birth. His hands were so large and she was so little, that there was very little of my baby visible. Those hands were so gentle with his little ones.
She reminds me so much of her father, in ways of which that I think she’s totally oblivious.
Hubby just called – the two weeks’ efforts to replace the transmission have been completed – and the problem is still there. The problem isn’t the transmission after all. Our auto repair guy/tenant asked if Hubby’s checked the fuel pressure. It turns out that problem can present as transmission failure.
Poor Hubby. We were both hoping he could get back to working on his car. He has a deadline for completing it to take a car show he is desperate to be at this year. It’s VERY important to him. When I expressed my disappointment, he just said “It is what it is. I’m going to try to find a fuel pressure gauge this afternoon.”
Hubby isn’t perfect, but I’ll say one thing for him – he’s always been exceedingly responsible about taking care of his family. Even at our worst marital moments, he always made sure we were taken care of.
I do admire that about him. Among other things. His mechanical ability has always amazed me.
And on to the C&C before I try to treadmill:
Good morning, C&C family, it’s Saturday! Your Weekend Edition roundup is shortened, as the Childers family heads to the airport for the journey home from our educational and entertaining tour of U.S. historical sites. Today: competing peace plans highlight “international rules-based order” absurdities as the parties talk right past each other; another solid Supreme Court case drops; and Louisiana leads on Second Amendment issues.
In honor of my dad I changed my avatar to one of his photos.
happy pop’s day dad.
😀
My Dad beside his 51 Studebaker on Hull Street, Montgomery Alabama December 1952, before I was born. Oh and my sister was 3 months old when this was taken.
Ole Dave AKA Dr Red Duke, welcoming my baby girl’s arrival into the world, January 5 1985.
I just got back from the gun Show in Montgomery and on the way back I stopped off at Bojangles near I 85. I ran into a group of Boy Scouts from the Sam Houston Council, complete with Texas flags on their shoulders so I had to ask what they were doing in Alabama. They were on their way back to Jersey Village after camping out at a camp in Georgia. Small world I guess?
Pop and some father and son humor.
That’s great, I love me some Rodney Dangerfield.
Wow.
OMAHA, Neb. − Christian Moore hit for the cycle for Tennessee baseball in its College World Series opener against Florida State on Friday.
Moore completed the cycle with a 440-foot solo homer leading off the sixth inning, which pulled the Vols within 9-7 against the Seminoles.
The junior second baseman roped a triple to right-center field in the first inning. He crushed a double down the left-field line in the second. He blooped a single to shallow right in the fourth.
Moore is the second player in CWS history to hit for the cycle.
I mentioned earlier that Hubby found out that my transmission wasn’t the problem….the junkyard where he got the replacement tranny was a gold mine of information for his work truck problems. It would go into what he called “stupid mode” where it would just shut down while moving. Our mechanic friend and the dealership mechanics couldn’t figure out the problem.
Junk yard guy told him it was a steering alignment problem. Somehow the steering column was just slightly out of whack or something, and if Hubby took the truck to an alignment place to get everything aligned correctly, it would stop. Junk yard man had the same exact problem.
Hubby is so grateful to have a solution.
RE: Shannon’s 12:57 PM Yesterday
The trees, shrubs, flowers are as thick as I can remember in 21 years here. The farmers around here are having a banner year even after getting into the wet fields late. The Amish farmers usually have their fabulous tomatoes in the markets before Memorial Day. This year they didn’t show up until well into June.
Just a Drive-By but I just heard on the US Farm Report that Firestone is laying off 119 of it’s 900 workers at it’s Bridgestone tractor tire plant in Des Moines so does this indicate a start of the recession? We’ve been hearing about a “Recession” for 3 years now. All I can say is that for one old Fart in LA the recession is already here. 😉
Mornin’ Gang
Dang I slept late today, I first woke up at 5:24, then dozed off and woke up at 6:03, dang I must be getting old.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers here and gone!
May the Lord be blessing all of you muchly.
Egads – the batteries in the remote control evidently need changing, because I can’t change the channel… nor can I adjust the volume… and when I turned the tv ON, it is on the channel that rebroadcasts the Astros games – which I normally would not objective to HOWEVER this game is in the top of the 7th and the score is Detroit 11, Houston 0… it was bad enough to watch it the first time around LOL
All is right in the world https://media.wired.com/photos/593476f1d80dd005b42b452d/master/pass/pl_playlist_f.jpg
Good morning Hamsteronianites, happy father’s day to all. I was up and at em early this morning as today is distillation day. My outside freezer is full of meat so my standby ice jugs were not available, I had to go to the leper colony to get ice.
About my 6:52 AM piece on the Bridgestone Firestone layoffs. If anyone is interested, I left out an important point, the layoff is the first at that plant since 1990! Recession?
George Strait’s concert at Kyle Field on Saturday night drew 110,905 people and broke a 47-year-old record for highest-attended ticketed concert in United States history.
One more? My first granddaughter’s birthday, April 27, 2016. My wife was in Midland helping daughter find a temporary place to live before moving there so I was manning the Fort back home. At 2 AM I got the call and I was at Clear Lake Hospital by 3 AM. I went in to see DIL, my boy and of course MIL was there. After 30 minutes or so DIL was getting uncomfortably so I went to the waiting room. A little over an hour later, Boom granddaughter had arrived! DIL was in Labor for less than 2 hours and even less with the second one, almost didn’t make it to the hospital in time. FWIW; The boy still reminds his mom that she missed the big event.
Note to self:
Read slowly and the entire content. UNVAXXED not UNWAXED. Super Dave is not “that” kind of guy.
SO! I’m a Waxer?! 😀
Texpat Shannon check your email
Bones’ @ 8:23 AM No Laptop for you. 😀
Today’s trivia and I’m not sure why I thought of it. Why did Mercury Outboards start painting all their outboards black in the early 60’s? They were mostly white when they made the change but they were also red and green back in the day.
I got this big power bank for Father’s Day that can charge a laptop, my phone, my big bluetooth portable speaker and jumpstart a vehicle at the same time.
Jumpstart a vehicle at the same time.
Mercy how big is it?
If you didn’t check out this transcript and video, you should. Scroll down to watch her video at the bottom.
Latina Influencer Tells Her 200k+ Followers Why She Left The Democrat Party
“I used to be a radical feminist slash liberal and to this day it’s been the most embarrassing phase of my life like it still makes me cringe. People always ask me, hey, Shelley. What made you walk away from the Democratic party / liberalism?
And it wasn’t one big, like, wake up call for me. Uh, it was a process:
It started when I first started paying taxes. I remember working 60 to 70 hour weeks only to get 30 to 40% of my paycheck cut from me. Realistically speaking, that’s out of those 60 hours, I worked 20 of those for somebody else. And then my hate for Democrats got a lot worse when I started looking into government spending and I realized how they spent our money.
I made the big Millheim Fathers Day Bar-b-Que for the first time in a couple years. It was all good. Beef was a little dry but the pork and mutton were great.
Swung by the cemetery…all good there, too.
Happy Father’s Day to you lucky guys.
Just like the sun over the mountaintop You know I’ll always come again
You know I love to spend my morningtime Like sunlight dancing on your skin
I’ve never gone so wrong
As for telling lies to you
What you see is what I’ve been
There is nothing I could hide from you
You see me better than I can
Out on the road that lies before me now There are some turns where I will spin
I only hope that you can hold me now
Til I can gain control again
And like a lighthouse
You must stand alone by
Landmark the sailor’s journey’s end
No matter what sea I’ve been sailing on I’ll always pass this way again
Out on the road that lies before me now There are some turns where I will spin
I only hope that you can hold me now Til I can gain control again
– Rodney Crowell
Happy Father’s Day all you Dad’s out there. How about Ribeye Steaks for Father’s Day supper? My Sister came over and the ladies made a big salad, cooked BBQ beans and microwaved sweet and Irish Taters while I grilled the steaks. Dang fine supper right there. Life is Good in my world. 😀
Rodney Crowell – a good old boy who grew up on Telephone Road. Houston has produced some great songwriters.
Shannon, this is an old, great studio video of Emmylou recording the song with Rodney Crowell on guitar. It was 41 years ago and the reason every guy was in love with Emmylou.
“There are two types of men. Those who have fallen in love with EmmyLou Harris and those who have never met her.”
– Willie Nelson
Well I had a fine day, got to talk to the kids and granddaughters and had a fine meal with my wife and sister. About bedtime for me and I think Lil’ Dawg is already in the sack. See y’all in the morning.
I think I saw it the first day it appeared, but I don’t recall how long ago that was.
Wednesday June 19th is June-Teenth for many folks. For me and spouse it is our 59th wedding anniversary, which we will celebrate by dining out. To each his own 🙂
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