tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post6353313596692815179..comments2024-03-17T14:36:17.252-05:00Comments on Faith, Fiction, Friends: A Bird in the Hand: the Goodness of a FatherGlynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-52262063338665754312010-03-14T21:09:30.673-05:002010-03-14T21:09:30.673-05:00your post really touched my heart Gynn. I could es...your post really touched my heart Gynn. I could especially relate to your words, "But you didn’t think about being deprived of something; it’s what the situation was and you lived with it." How true. My dad being a medical doctor and 51 years old when he came into my life, it seems like he was forever working or traveling alone with my adoptive mother. Thanks for sharing!JoAnnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13289723093058838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-74663720303947171942010-03-10T18:23:04.709-06:002010-03-10T18:23:04.709-06:00I'm always reminded of the sacrifices made by ...I'm always reminded of the sacrifices made by "The Greatest Generation," but sometimes we forget that it bled over into their families and lives for years after the first events. Thank you for sharing this, Glynn.Rebecca https://www.blogger.com/profile/05049268645214229527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-1095765121110912702010-03-09T18:09:22.546-06:002010-03-09T18:09:22.546-06:00Makes me wonder if he kept himself so busy he didn...Makes me wonder if he kept himself so busy he didn't have time to think about memories. Sounds like he had a soft and protective heart. Beautiful post.Sandra Heska Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13770393615748405966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-54173501408152621102010-03-09T17:50:02.251-06:002010-03-09T17:50:02.251-06:00What a beautiful story Glynn.
But I do have a que...What a beautiful story Glynn.<br /><br />But I do have a question -- why/how does a swamp tree show where your suburb came from? What is a swamp tree?Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-3571369850586169532010-03-09T15:27:13.234-06:002010-03-09T15:27:13.234-06:00I'm rendered speechless by the poignancy of th...I'm rendered speechless by the poignancy of this. Thank you, Glynn.Anne Lang Bundyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02998809463390846323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-70618554326936408062010-03-09T13:56:15.579-06:002010-03-09T13:56:15.579-06:00Its a true story, and beautiful.We never know why ...Its a true story, and beautiful.We never know why people act the way they do. I loved it.Bernadette Pabon ,Teacher, Director of CCD, Authorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12342624013347920072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-55806012879131556492010-03-09T09:02:27.540-06:002010-03-09T09:02:27.540-06:00What a lasting way to show you his heart ...What a lasting way to show you his heart ...S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-74476129496774122942010-03-09T08:57:10.029-06:002010-03-09T08:57:10.029-06:00Beautiful post, Glynn! It brought tears to my eyes...Beautiful post, Glynn! It brought tears to my eyes.Cheryl Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11165451203423364862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-12034856768457123302010-03-09T08:32:51.173-06:002010-03-09T08:32:51.173-06:00I probably tell my kids I love them at least 3 tim...I probably tell my kids I love them at least 3 times a day, but showing them is more important, I think.<br /><br />Great post, Glynn. Thank you.katdishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09210738418270395622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-5795549869465065612010-03-09T08:31:55.256-06:002010-03-09T08:31:55.256-06:00Beautiful, touching story. As a parent, I sometime...Beautiful, touching story. As a parent, I sometimes wonder if my children understand, see, feel the love that motivates me to do the things I do for them. Especially if they really want touchy-feely love and I can't give it that way.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05860887792107209615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-53218643792660037822010-03-09T07:12:46.862-06:002010-03-09T07:12:46.862-06:00You write "it was what the situation was and ...You write "it was what the situation was and you lived with it". Yes, same in my family. My father was one of the few survivors of the Merrill's Marauders in China, Burma, and India during WWII. He never spoke of the horrors in those places. And he, too, had his own business. He got up so early and was so exhausted by the end of the day he often was asleep by 7. He provided for us all; we never went without what we needed.<br /><br />Our fathers loved us. They never learned how to show us.<br /><br />Thank you for so touching a post.Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13290283101378474845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-63808943965478358172010-03-09T06:52:31.775-06:002010-03-09T06:52:31.775-06:00Really, really, really liked this post, Glynn. Bea...Really, really, really liked this post, Glynn. Beautiful. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-26315767815388740462010-03-09T04:00:19.196-06:002010-03-09T04:00:19.196-06:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-4717396124411650352010-03-09T01:25:37.998-06:002010-03-09T01:25:37.998-06:00My dad was the same in that he never spoke much of...My dad was the same in that he never spoke much of his time in the airforce in WW2. I know thought that the crew he was in went out as many times as they could go and that he was a gunner.<br />When i was a kid he drove 120 miles, round trip, each day to work, going through E. St. Louis to the Granit City army depot, leaving at 6am and returning at 6pm. I remember him falling asleep in the living room chair in the evenings. It is hard to understand sometimes just how much we are loved by someone when we expect love to look a certain way and it ends up looking quite different. At least that seems to me my experience with it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-11851946783036645892010-03-09T00:27:23.101-06:002010-03-09T00:27:23.101-06:00I suspect my dad was similar in that he was a man ...I suspect my dad was similar in that he was a man of few words. When there were words you paid attention. I'm glad you had an opportunity to see this side of your father.Joycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16727615822243830106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5791261486111154318.post-69734153773048837212010-03-08T23:23:11.808-06:002010-03-08T23:23:11.808-06:00It is funny how it can take us a while before we r...It is funny how it can take us a while before we realize how, and why, our parents did certain things for us. This story is very touching... and there was SO much more to why your dad tried to save those baby birds.<br /><br />Thanks, Glynn.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com