Happy Father’s Day
I’ve shared this here before, but, I love it so much, I have to share it again, since it’s Father’s Day. Y’all indulge me…
This is from a telegram sent from my Dad to his Dad on Father’s Day, 1975-
What do you think has happened now, I’m the happiest boy alive
For sometimes when we go out alone, my Dad, he lets me drive
He taught me about the gears and things a long, long time ago
And he is always explaining out to me the things a boy should know
Of course, when Mother is along, Dad sticks to the wheel
She is nervous and gets scared, you know how women feel
My mother, she is a brick alright, she is the best, by far
She mends and cooks and cleans for me, but, Dad….
He lets me drive the car.
June 10, 1935-By Biff Collie
Happy Father’s Day, Dad…I still think you’re the best. I love you.
I miss ‘em both.
So sweet. ^______^ nice blog too!
Sista… you have two diffrent dates here 1975 and 1935.
It did originate in 1935 right?
Another date I’d like to check on – when did Alan Jackson write and record the song “Drive”? 2000? 2001? Wow… 65 years apart, these great guys had the same memory of their dad.
For sure Alan had the same experience with his dad as Biff had with Uncle Guthrie.
Alan J. needs to have a copy of this telegram. He will no doubt appreciate it very much.
Dad wrote it as a young boy in 1935, and on Father’s Day 1975, Dad sent a telegram to Pop quoting the poem.
I miss them too.
He wrote that when he was 9 years old as a Father’s Day gift to his dad. They had a neat relationship, those two. Our grandfather did not have a good relationship with his dad (as you well know, Cuzzin Terry) and I think that’s what inspired Pop to be such a loving father to his kids and grandkids. He was very strict and ruled the roost, no question, but, my gosh, his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren adored him. I was scared of him cause he was old and mostly deaf when I was coming up but boy, I’ve come to appreciate and be eternally grateful to come from such a wonderful man and certainly see a lot of my traits come strait from him, fo sho.