Sunday, June 22, 2014

When the Crik Rises

In my first memory of my dad, he’s a heroic figure. I don’t know how old I was when the memory was formed, but not very. My mom worked outside the home when I was little, and there was no kindergarten in Arkansas at that time. This meant that up until first grade I spent much of my time with Dad. On this one particular morning, we’d driven down into the field to check on the cows after a night of heavy rain.

The cattle were in a field on the other side of our creek, and the place where we normally crossed the stream was running too high to drive the truck through. Dad parked and we walked along the creek to where it widened out and the rushing water slowed. It still looked like a muddy, swollen river to me, but Dad picked me up and put me on his shoulders and waded across.


I remember being a little scared and a little excited both as I sat up there high and looked out over the world. With a daddy like that, what might one accomplish?
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22 comments:

Ty Johnston said...

Nice to have those memories.

Snowbrush said...

I envy you such feelings about your father.

Charles Gramlich said...

Ty, yes, very much so.

Snowbrush, he was definitely a good fellow.

Cloudia said...

Thank You, Charles. I'm sure you touched a chord in anyone lucky enough to grow up with an able Dad - particularly in early days.

Riding through Philadelphia's varied neighborhoods with my city-kid dad felt safe to this "rural suburban" kid! Same diff, eh? We both saw further from their shoulders. . .

Lovely-


ALOHA from Honolulu
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Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's a special memory. Don't lose it.

Riot Kitty said...

That is such a neat memory! Speaking of dads, my dad really did take us to the 24-hour-doughnut shop at 1 am when I was little. Just like in the book ;)

Charles Gramlich said...

Cloudia, I wish I'd had him longer.

Alex, I've been writing down a lot of these lately to preserve them.

Riot Kitty, I remember that scene. very cool.

Randy Johnson said...

I envy you those memories. My dad was a bum that left when I was three and was never seen or heard from agian. No money to help Mom raise three kids either.

Brian Miller said...

def a cool memory...i remember riding in the old truck with my pops...it was just after a flood and we saw a bike by the river...he went down the bank and got it...we cleaned it up and it was my first real bike...

Charles Gramlich said...

Randy, I hear too many stories of poor parents. I'm so grateful I didn't suffer through that.

Brian, great memory too.

Prashant C. Trikannad said...

Charles, thanks for sharing your memories of your dad. I've some wonderful ones too. He was close to being perfect.

David Cranmer said...

I know that feeling, Charles. My dad was a giant stature of a man also. I still wish I could seek advice from him and be in his presence.

sage said...

You have captured a nice memory!

Charles Gramlich said...

Prashant, growing up I figured everyone had a great dad. Turns out not to be the case. We were lucky.

David, yes, would be nice to talk to him one more time.

Sage, thanks, man.

Sarah Hina said...

Love this, Charles.

On the shoulders of giants. No bigger giant to a child than a dad, for good and ill. Glad you felt the foundation beneath you, and not the earthquake.

Charles Gramlich said...

Sarah, I was very lucky.

X. Dell said...

There is something about one's father, especially when young, that provides not only security, but a feeling of confidence. Many fathers are physically powerful, all of them are bigger than we ar at that age, and (in a Horneyan sense) we feel that they're usually on our side.

pattinase (abbott) said...

I can never get over how different your life is from mine. I remember standing on a chair at the dining room window, which looked out on the back alley and waiting for my Dad to come home, pull in the garage tucked under the rowhouse, and come up the stairs.

Bernard Lee DeLeo said...

Those type memories are the best!

Charles Gramlich said...

X Dell, and my dad really wasn't all that big and powerful in a physical sense, but emotionally he was very strong.

Patti, and yet we are friends! :)

Bernard, they are indeed.

Lisa said...

I love the story and I love the way you tell it

Charles Gramlich said...

Lisa, thanks much!