Dad's Stories

[yellowdartdave]

An important bit of info was drilled into my head at an early age by my dad.

RULE # 1. The happier you keep the womenfolk, the better your quality of life will be.

RULE # 2. When situations arise that cause concern as to the correct response---refer to RULE #1.

As I approached my late teens, I started to realize dad wasn't quite the fool I took him to be.

My parents were married for almost 62 years.

More bits of dad's wisdom...

"Never feel useless, you can always serve an example of how not to be.

"The opinions expressed by the husband in this household do NOT nessasarily represent those of the management." :hmh:

 

[Finallygotmine]

Little Jimmy

This could be a little Jonny joke but is written as Jimmy. It's a little rough so I will supplement some of the language.


Titled: I'm going to be a builder when I grow up

Did you hear about little Jimmy? He's 4 years old.
He was bugging his mother, so she said, "why don't you go across the street and watch the builders work. Maybe you will learn something"

Jimmy was gone for about 2 hours. When he came home his mother asked him what he had learned.
Jimmy replied, "Well first you put the God D$^** door up, then the son of a bitch doesn't fit. So you have to take the C&*k sucker back down. Then you have to take a C-hair off each side and put the mother f%^&&r back up

Jimmy's mother said "you wait till your father comes home!!"
When Jimmy's dad got home, his mom told him to ask Jimmy what he had learned across the street.
Jimmy told him the whole story.
Jimmy'd dad said " Jimmy, go outside and get me a switch"
Jimmy replied "F$%k You, that's the electricians job!!"

 

[Budnicks]

An important bit of info was drilled into my head at an early age by my dad.

RULE # 1. The happier you keep the womenfolk, the better your quality of life will be.

RULE # 2. When situations arise that cause concern as to the correct response---refer to RULE #1.

As I approached my late teens, I started to realize dad wasn't quite the fool I took him to be.

My parents were married for almost 62 years.

More bits of dad's wisdom...

"Never feel useless, you can always serve an example of how not to be.

"The opinions expressed by the husband in this household do NOT nessasarily represent those of the management." :hmh:

You exactly right "a happy wife means a happy life" do the opposite & see what I mean, my dad would just say "yes dear" & then proceed to do what he wanted to...

 

[69Bee]

I am writing in response to your request for additinal information on my recent accident. In block 3 of the accident form, I put "poor planning" as the cause of the accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust that the following details will be sufficient.

I am an amateur radio operator. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the top section of my new 80 foot antenna tower. When I had completed my work, I had discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and hardware down by hand, I decided to lower the items in a small barrel by using a pulley, which fortunately, was attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at the ground level, I went up to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and hardware into the barrel. Then I went back to the ground and untied the rope holding tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools and hardware. You will note in block 11 of the accident form, that I weigh 155 pounds. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of tools and hardware, the barrel now weighed 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block 11. As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, I met the barrel coming back up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles and lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell on the pile of tools and hardware and, fortunately, only 3 vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report however that as I lay there on the tools and hardware, in pain, unable to stand, and watching the empty barrel above me, I again lost my presence of mind.
I let go of the rope.

Being a Ham Radio Operator myself, I fount this to be excruciatingly funny.... :laughing4:

ps..Sorry to hear about your Dad. I lost my father last April.

 

[Finallygotmine]

I am glad you enjoyed it. Yeah he kept log books all the way back into the 40's. He hadn't been into it for the last 5 years or so but if you have been on air for a while, it's quite possible you could have talked to him.
In his later years, I got myself elected to climb up his 50 foot tower and do some work on it for him. NOT FUN!

 

[barry68440]

i am writing in response to your request for additinal information on my recent accident. In block 3 of the accident form, i put "poor planning" as the cause of the accident. You said in your letter that i should explain more fully and i trust that the following details will be sufficient.

I am an amateur radio operator. On the day of the accident, i was working alone on the top section of my new 80 foot antenna tower. When i had completed my work, i had discovered that i had, over the course of several trips up the tower, brought up about 300 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and hardware down by hand, i decided to lower the items in a small barrel by using a pulley, which fortunately, was attached to the gin pole at the top of the tower. Securing the rope at the ground level, i went up to the top of the tower and loaded the tools and hardware into the barrel. Then i went back to the ground and untied the rope holding tightly to ensure a slow decent of the 300 pounds of tools and hardware. You will note in block 11 of the accident form, that i weigh 155 pounds. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, i lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, i proceeded at a rather rapid rate up the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, i met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, i continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time i had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of tools and hardware, the barrel now weighed 20 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block 11. As you might imagine, i began a rapid descent down the side of the tower. In the vicinity of the 40 foot level, i met the barrel coming back up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles and lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when i fell on the pile of tools and hardware and, fortunately, only 3 vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report however that as i lay there on the tools and hardware, in pain, unable to stand, and watching the empty barrel above me, i again lost my presence of mind.
I let go of the rope.

beautiful!!!

 

[Ron 73]

I am glad you enjoyed it. Yeah he kept log books all the way back into the 40's. He hadn't been into it for the last 5 years or so but if you have been on air for a while, it's quite possible you could have talked to him.
In his later years, I got myself elected to climb up his 50 foot tower and do some work on it for him. NOT FUN!

I have a 4 Element beam, Its 80 feet to the top of the mast poll, One of my elements dropped down and the SWR's are way out of whack, cant use it that way being blowing the radio is a very real possibility. Ive been up and down (thinking) trying to make myself hire someone to go up there and fix it, which im afraid wont happen until the beam is brought down to ground again, My problem is im afraid to have someone go up there, there's to many things that could happen and just don't want to deal with someone getting killed trying to help me. At 50 foot you know what things look like, scary thought, so i just use a old Star Duster (Not related to Mopar in any way lol).. Loved the story! Radio is fun, all my friends are either gone or gave it up, The one i talked to the most Larry, he just met a women married and moved to Utah, Im hoping he gets another set up. We kept each other company most every night on those long snowy wind howling nights, Thanks for the stories i really enjoy them.

 

[Finallygotmine]

I have a 4 Element beam, Its 80 feet to the top of the mast poll, One of my elements dropped down and the SWR's are way out of whack, cant use it that way being blowing the radio is a very real possibility. Ive been up and down (thinking) trying to make myself hire someone to go up there and fix it, which im afraid wont happen until the beam is brought down to ground again, My problem is im afraid to have someone go up there, there's to many things that could happen and just don't want to deal with someone getting killed trying to help me. At 50 foot you know what things look like, scary thought, so i just use a old Star Duster (Not related to Mopar in any way lol).. Loved the story! Radio is fun, all my friends are either gone or gave it up, The one i talked to the most Larry, he just met a women married and moved to Utah, Im hoping he gets another set up. We kept each other company most every night on those long snowy wind howling nights, Thanks for the stories i really enjoy them.

I know what you are dealing with as far as the tower goes. When My dad passed, there was a policeman in town who was also a ham that gathered a couple of other guys and took down the tower for my mom. They also gathered up all my dads stuff and took it to swap meets and sold some of it on ebay i think. He was building Heathkit radios in the thirties as a young teenager. He was a saver and had lots of old tube equipment and lots of other old stuff that fetched some decent money. My mom gave them a great deal on the stuff they wanted for helping her out. I had to keep an old speaker cabinet that my dad had made out of birch. Not even sure it works. He was a hell of a craftsman. Too funny comment on the star duster.LOL
The ham community is pretty close knit. I remember being up in the evening and my dad calling CQ. Over and over looking for contacts. When he would kick in his amplifier, (1200 watts) he would charge the telephone circuits in the phone in my room and I could almost hear his voice through the receiver end. He would also put a florescent light on one of the guy wires on his tower and light up the tube in the yard when he keyed the mike. He used to drive the neighbors nuts.
Glad you enjoy the stories, There are a few left to post. The rest are of the cartoon variety which I won't be able to post.