Today would have been my dad's 88th birthday had he lived this long! He was a handy man to have around as he was an air-conditioning and heating serviceman. He also knew about refrigeration and motors and electricity. It would irritate my mother to no end when he would take a small greasy engine apart and put it back together on our kitchen table. I took his talents for granted until he passed away 26 years ago, four days before my parent's anniversary, of a sudden heart attack.
His funeral service verse was,
Then I heard a voice from heaven say, "Write:
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on."
"Yes," says the Spirit, "they will rest from their labor,
for their deeds will follow them."
~ Revelation 14: 13,
because I made a note of it in my Bible.
A girlfriend found this bazaar poem for work gloves somewhere and sent it to me when I was a preschool Sunday School teacher. I had to rework it a bit so that my class could give a gift of gloves to their daddies for Father's Day; however today I'm posting this in memory of my dad!
Dad's Gloves Craft.
Supplies needed:
a computer generated copy of the poem
1 pair of men's brown jersey work gloves per child (I saw some at a salvage store for 50 cents a pair here; sometimes you can purchase them in a bundle; my Dad's favorite thing to do was to buy in bulk! *grin*)
1 brown paper lunch bag per child
a piece of brown twine, abt. 8 inches long or so
appropriate tool rubber stamps and dark brown or black dye ink pad
or black and white printed clip-art
glue or paste, hole punch, & pinking sheers
Instructions:
Stamp tool images all over the front of the bag with the ink or color in the clip-art, cut out and glue to bag. Trim around the pre-printed poem with pinking sheers, and paste it to the front of the bag. Then place the gloves in the bag, fold the top over a couple of times, and punch two holes in the middle about an inch apart. Thread the jute through and tie into a bow. Dad's gift is finished!
(Note about poem: "I", in the personal sense, was written as their Sunday School teacher, but it can changed to the corporate "we", as in siblings shopping together. Use as needed.)
Father's Gloves
Author Unknown.
Author Unknown.
I went shopping store to store
For one gift that fits all,
Some were too tall, some too wide,
But many were just too small.
For one gift that fits all,
Some were too tall, some too wide,
But many were just too small.
The mystery was solved when I saw
The perfect gift for every male,
It’s just the right size for their dads
And it even was on sale!
It fits the hands that mow the grass
And takes the garbage out.
It fits when dads are pumping gas
Or moving things about.
And takes the garbage out.
It fits when dads are pumping gas
Or moving things about.
It fits for this and fits for that,
And on and on you see.
I’m sure you might have a chore or two,
Or maybe even three.
So free your hands of cuts and scrapes, dad,
On all the jobs you do.
As you slide each hand in a glove;
remember the love they have for you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!
Dolores - Your dad was a good man. He was willing to help others in need and volunteered a good deal of time to others, making use of his talents and skills to make the lives of others easier. He was a good person. As you say, none of are perfect, but he had a lot of good in him and should be remembered that way.
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