My old man and nostalgia

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Tiger2709

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#78
I had a great dad. I grew up on a farm and for my 8th birthday he bought me a Yamaha 50 motorbike and for Xmas a few months later he gave me a rifle. Lol

Any way we spent Boxing day that year on our bikes, carrying our guns and shooting Hares and Foxes. :thumbsu:

Worked every day except Saturdays because he spent the day with the family at the local footy. U17s to seniors every Saturday. Legend.
I was fearing a horror ending, bikes guns etc.
I remember this time the old man went into town 1 Saturday morning and bought a gasket for the Kingswood. I would've been about 5 years old. I can't remember if it was a water pump or timing cover gasket, anyway it doesn't matter. It was a thin cardboard gasket.

While he was gone I dragged my lazy arse out of bed and gorged myself on whatever mum put in front of me .. :thumbsu:

Anyway, when the old man got back he parked the Kingwood in front of the workshop and started stripping it down. By this stage i"d finished breakfast and wandered out to ask him lots of stupid questions, offer my help and generally give him the shits.

Mum ****** off and took my sister somewhere, netball, shopping (I didn't care). I start to realise I not going to be helping on this little project, so plant my arse on top of the bench. Anyway, dad's buried his head under the bonnet and keeps pulling shit apart. I find a seat on the bench and find this funny cardboard looking thing. As my boredom escalates I start tearing the funny cardboard thing into neat little 2mm pieces. And due to my need to be neat, I start to create a little pile of these small pieces.

Anyway, I finish playing with the funny cardboard thing and my mind drifts off onto my fun subjects, until .. half an hour later the old man comes over and starts searching around me. For something.

After a few minutes he asks me if I've seen the gasket. I look at him and shrug my shoulders and point at the little pile of torn up cardboard and say "what, this". He looked at me, threw his head back, his mouth partially opened, his hands also spread open near his waist (in a "your got to be ******* joking" expression). He didn't say much, he just shrugged turned and said "I've got to got to town to pick up a new gasket".

****** lol, with mum away he had walk a few miles into to town to get a new gasket. And then walk a few miles back.
Nice walk to calm himself down.
 

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#82
My old man was a postie in the city.

My very first Christmas eve, he was doing his rounds as usual. Everyone was giving him Christmas drinks as he delivered their mail.

He didn’t make it home that day.

No one knew where he was. No calls. Family searching for him all night. Mum breaking down with a new born.
Did he make it home at all? The next day I mean?
 
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