
Nearly a century ago, in the Big Bend hills of Washington, darkness settled over a lonely family farmhouse. A father sat at the kitchen table, his head bowed in sorrow amid the doleful moans of March winds. About him huddled his sobbing children, as the howling winds outside splayed great streaks of powdered snow across icy window panes. Suddenly the youngest tore himself from his father's grip and darted out into the stormy night calling for his dear mother. Yet the only sound penetrating the dense blackness was that of the maddened tempest. Hastily, the father gathered the young child back into the safety of his arms, and for more than the two decades, William Jackson Smart, alone, kept tireless vigilance over his motherless children ...
This poignant experience in the life of Mrs. John Bruce Dodd of Spokane, Washington, who was then Sonora Louise Smart, was the inspiration for Fathers' Day which materialized through the devotion of this father, and the father of her own son, John Bruce Jr., born in 1909. Through the observance of the love and the sacrifice of fathers everywhere, her idea of Fathers' Day emerged in 1910, through a formal Fathers' Day petition asking for recognition of fatherhood ...
Fathers' Day is celebrated in diverse ways. For younger children, socks, or brightly-colored ties or handkerchiefs are popular gifts among a myriad of other items. Ot

hers treat their dads to baseball games, quiet dinners, cookouts or other outings consisting of various activities. Some give their fathers cards or call them on the phone to let them know they're being thought of. And tragically, for various reasons, some dads aren't given as much as a second thought. If you love and appreciate your father, by all means let him know just that this Fathers' Day, no matter how small the gesture ... it will mean more to him than you could imagine ...
I never had the privilege of getting to know my 'real' dad very well, and it seems he had little interest in getting to know me. However, my great grandfather took it upon himself to stand in as my father. And although he passed away when I was but five years of age, he demonstrated to me all the attributes of

what a genuine father, and man, should be during those five short years. I still think of my grandfather often, and the positive influence he had on my life continues on to this very day. He and my grandmother had little money or worldly goods, but they both had a wealth of love, and they certainly were pleased to share that love with me ... I love you Grandpa! ... Happy Fathers' Day! ...
If you would like to share a story, or pay tribute to your father here at TheOldBarbershop, please feel free to do so, we would be honored if you did ... also, let's remember that Saturday, June 14th is Flag Day, a day for all Americans to celebrate and show respect for our flag, it's designers and makers. Our flag is representative of our independence and our unity as a nation ... one nation, under God, indivisible. Our flag has a proud and glorious history. It was at the lead of every battle fought by Americans. Many people have died protecting it. It even stands proudly on the surface of the moon. As Americans, we have every right to

be proud of our culture, our nation, and our flag. So raise the flag today and every day with pride! ...
"Walking With Grandpa" --Rodney O. Hurd
"I like to walk with Grandpa,
his steps are short like mine.
He doesn't say, "Now hurry up!"
He always takes his time.
I like to walk with Grandpa,
his eyes see things like mine;
a birdie bright, a funny cloud,
a penny that really shines.
Most people are in a hurry,
they do not step and see;
I'm glad God made Grandpa patient,
and almost as young as me."
--sja
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Goodness John, "If you love and appreciate your father, by all means let him know just that this Fathers' Day, no matter how small the gesture ... it will mean more to him than you could imagine" ... if sincerity, loyalty, strong faith, a good heart and my friendship are worth anything, you're a rich man indeed!
Yours are strong and powerful words, my friend ... more so than you could possibly imagine.
I talk and write about my folks and other relatives quite a bit ... pretty good folks, methinks ... characters with character!
Perhaps I put them on a pedestal, but if I did, they never, ever came close to falling off!
I miss them, goodness how I miss them ... and though I told them, perhaps 10,000 times, how much I loved them ... had it been 10,000 more, it would not have been enough ... goodness how I miss them.
My father was not an overtly religious man ... and he wasn't a prude ... but he walked the walk ... set a good example. He loved his family ... and though he was a stern taskmaster, never once in my life did I hear even a mild oath cross his lips ... born in Draketown and raised on a small farm in Haralson County near Temple, Georgia ... I saw him hit his thumb once with a hammer ... hard ... "Goodness!" ... was all he said ... though blood was all over his hankerchief.
He was mild mannered and unassuming ... had a wonderful sense of humor ... but folks called him Mister ... Mister McBrayer to most ... Mister "Mac" to good, close friends ... Vaughan to family and childhood friends ... but always Daddy to me!
He didn't demand or expect such formality or respect, he just had presence and commanded it ... earned it the old fashioned way, methinks.
Things you could count on from my father ... wit, sincerity, loyalty, honor, fairness, strong faith, determination, and integrity ... a lot like you, John.
Well, to be totally honest, he wasn't always fair ... but, I don't blame him ... it was just that my sister could wrap him around her little finger'
His word was his bond ... it was as simple as that!
Happy Father's Day Daddy!
jiMMy smiTh tooK me in as a littLe baBy seaL and madE a hoMe for me. ThaT mAkes jiMMy SmitH like a dAddy to mE. I wiLL alwAys remEmber whAt jimmY smIth taUgHt me abOut toEs and bAseBall anD liFe. ThE daY jiMMy smIth stoPPed the seAl cluBBer frOM CluBBing me wAs thE beSt daY of mY liFe anD nOw I aM a collUmist anD I haVe a neW giRlfriEnd. ThEre wAs a tIMe in mY liFe I waS a bEEt wRiter bUT into eveRY lifE soME raIN musT faLL. I tRy to pUt thAt beHind me and tHinK abOUt alL the gOOd thiNgs gOing on. I do LiKe a gOOd pIEce of cHeese and a niCe boWl of wHelk witH a rOOt bEEr. I aM goIng to maKe thAt for jImmY smitH for FAtHer'S dAy. I haD soMe nicE toMatoeS fOR jiMMy smIth bUt nOw I aM aFraiD tO gIve tHem tO him bEcAuse of the saLmon. WHen I waS in CAnaDa noBody lIked the saLmonS aND yOU caN sEE wIth thEse toMatOEs thaT the saLmOns are jusT tROublemaKers aLways SWimming aGaInst the stREam liKE beET wRiTers. I am aLso goIng to seNd a caRd to the gREat SEaL of tHe UniTed STatEs jUst in caSe. CaN neVer teLL. We haD pLaNNed to eAt a wAteRmeLon bUt jImmY sMIth sEnt iT to JApan. I tHinK hE mAde a lOt oF mOneY aNd nOw hE iS neGotIatIng wITh the bLue wErMS fOR wAteRmeLon rIgHts iN thE gArdEn. WeLL, HaPPY FaTHEr's dAy to aLL the dad'S oUT theRE anD sOMeboDy reMinD liTTle WAlter tHaT it iS faTHer's dAy tHis SunDay.
Happy Father's Day on Sunday to all ... we mustn't forget the ladies ... were it not for the mommies, there wouldn't be no daddies! The Blue Worms would take over the world and Jimmy wouldn't have any hostas ... goodness!
The last time I checked, we can't do without either (Blue Worms or Hostas), regardless of what our lawmakers might decree.
I saw the price of gas driving home from Vanderbilt ... a tank of gas requires a loan!
Daddy taught me all about cars ... how to wash them, wax them and change a flat ... everything except how to drive ... but, I eventually got my license and everything was fine ... until they all but did away with full service ... what a pain, learning how to pump gas and check the oil.
When I moved to South Dakota in '66, our income was triple what it is now ... full service Amoco White
(unleaded premium) was 21 cents a gallon during the gas wars ... the service was good ... the attendants were cheerful, spoke English and eager to please.
Life was good!
I aM off to JApan wiTh jiMMy smIth. We wiLL be bAck in a feW daYS. bYE everbUDy.
bRaKinG neWS! bEfoRe i gO tO jApaN . . .
Gnawing beaver knocks out phones, services in Ark.
HOPE, Ark. — A beaver took a nibble out of a fiber optic cable northeast of Hope and knocked out telephones and other services to part of southwest Arkansas. Rain washed away soil that had covered the line about 10 miles from Hope and the beaver bit through it early Wednesday.
AT&T spokeswoman Natasha Collins said the beaver-caused outage affected Ashdown, Bodcaw, Hope and Nashville.
Emergency officials say 911 calls had to be rerouted. A manager at a Hope Wal-Mart says customers could not pay with debit cards and that credit cards could be used for only small amounts.
A bill paying center was knocked out, and area gas stations were only able to accept cash.
Service went out at about 6:30 a.m. and was restored a little before 5 p.m.
LeT's hOpe MaTTheW & HiLLbiLLy caN stiLL bloG.
One thing bad about being the oldest, you miss out on some of the family soap opera ... I was at the North Avenue Trade School and missed this episode as recalled by my brother William David, known to me as Billy.
Our father was a quiet man with a dry wit. He never used profanity ... didn't drink in front of the kids, wore a coat and tie to Sunday dinner ... a true Southern gentleman ... but, when it came to protecting the chastity of my sister, Lynda, Daddy wasn’t always so docile.
At seventeen, "Hank Hogan" became an Elvis impersonator the day after the King appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show. His cold black hair swept back on both sides of his head and only a single curl dangled over his right eye for effect.
Hank would walk Lynda home from school on his way to Eastdale ... the hardscrabble section of town. He'd smoke a cigarette in our driveway taking long, slow drags like a Las Vegas headliner ... always careful to end his performance before Daddy got home from work ... but his new persona would linger in Lynda's daydreams long after the smoke had cleared.
When Hank's upper lip began to quiver, my sister’s heart began to flutter ... told Mama she thought it was true love.
"Slap dab ridiculous!" Daddy told her ... "You’re fourteen years old."
After I recited the order of love to the family, "first comes love, then comes marriage, here comes Lynda with a baby carriage," Daddy figured it was time to take parental action. He forced us all into the Buick and headed to Eastdale.
While Lynda dreamed of living at Graceland, Daddy had nightmares of her living on food stamps. He headed for Hank Hogan’s house amid her cries of child abuse and woeful pleas to stop the car.
She even promised to recant her love for Hank, if only Daddy would turn around and go home.
Our trusty Buick climbed the steep hill to the Hogan home place, and as Daddy slowed the car to a crawl, everyone went silent in anticipation of the big reveal. Even Lynda stopped crying to peer out the back seat window to see where Hank lived.
A rusty red swing set dominated the grass-bare yard, almost obscuring the narrow shotgun house with its paint-starved green front door. The bony hound dog, tied to the teeter-totter, howled a mournful alarm, warning its master of our approach.
"Welcome to Graceland," Daddy said.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words ... no doubt a reality check is worth even more. Nobody said a word on the drive home ... The King had existed the building.
Happy Father's Day Daddy!
Thanks Billy!
bRaKing newS!
ChiPPer is huRt taKing B.P. BoBBy maY wAnt tO conSideR maKinG ChiPPer a BuBBle BoY.
Master Seal, they say the ball Chipper hit caught the top bar of the batting cage and ricocheted back into his left eye ... I didn't realize his eyes were so big ... dark glasses and all ... did they find it and get it out?
What is this media preoccupation with 2 out RBI hits ... the idea is to get hits ... no outs, 1 one out, two outs ... it makes no difference ... well, a little ... but the natural dynamic is to score more runs with two outs.
And Pete saying "The young guys they've brought up letting down Bobby Cox" ... what did they put into his BBQ?
He knows they're doing their best ... maybe trying a bit too hard ... but putting that kind of burden and tag on those boys, goodness ... maybe some rookie beet righter trying to impress Bobby Cox ... but not a seasoned professional like The Professor!
Sure, he needs support from others but it's Bobby's job to surround himself with coaches who get the job done ... and see that they do ... he hasn't ... it's he who has let them down, methinks.
Boss, I checked it out ... old Hank still lives in Eastdale ... parks cars over at the city auditorium ... and is still imitating Elvis, ... white hair, hound dog and all.
What did I miss ... why is Jo Jo not pitching?
Wow, another great blog! Congrats! And how about the way the braves play in the big A??? If you would have told me after Chicago we'd even win one game against the Angels, I would have said you were nuts!
and they were acting like I wasn't signed in, backed up to sign in(Wouldn't accept it in the two little boxes below, signed in, copied post, ready to paste, and saw I had already posted!!!
Two in a row on the road ... How about a sweep? ...
Happy Father's Day every body! ... no, we mustn't forget the ladies ... nor the kids ... like I said earlier, were it not for them, there wouldn't be no daddies!
Honor thy Father and thy Mother is perhaps the most important of the Commandments ... for if you so do, you will surely do the rest.
Well, I'm going to try and make some molasses puff candy ... ha! ... call my brother, sister, and son ... and then enjoy a casual day with Miss Carol followed by the Braves' game!
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