Sunday, 16 June 2013

Remembering Dad on Father's day

We all love this photo of my Dad taken in the 1970s by the River Dwyfor at Llanystumdwy near Criccieth.  Dad towed our little caravan to the Lleyn Peninsular every year and the four of us - Dad, Mum, me and my young son, hoped for good weather.  I remember lots of rain but the photographs prove there was lots of sunshine too.  

I love too this poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox as it sums up my Dad very nicely - though he didn't have boys he was always "chum and comrade" to his four daughters.  He was often a comedian too and then we would exclaim "Oh Father!"


He never made a fortune, or a noise
In the world where men are seeking after fame;
But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys
Who loved the very ground on which he trod.
They thought him just little short of God;
Oh you should have heard the way they said his name –

There seemed to be a loving little prayer
In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’
Though the man was never heard of anywhere,
As a hero, yet somehow understood
He was doing well his part and making good;
And you knew it, by the way his children had
Of saying ‘Father.’

He gave them neither eminence nor wealth,
But he gave them blood untainted with a vice,
And opulence of undiluted health.
He was honest, and unpurchable and kind;
He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind.
So he made them heirs to riches without price –
This father.

He never preached or scolded; and the rod –
Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.
But he showed the tender sympathy of God.
To his children in their troubles, and their joys.
He was always chum and comrade with his boys,
And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say

Now I think of all achievements ‘tis the least
To perpetuate the species; it is done
By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.
But the man who keeps his body, and his thought,
Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot,
Then the highest earthly glory he was won,
When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son
Says ‘That’s Father.’


  1. What a lovely tribute to your Dad Ann and the poem is beautiful. I've enjoyed spending a little time catching up on your blog. The onesie banner is gorgeous and I love the little mirror you decorated. I bet it took ages to make all those gorgeous little flowers. Loved you Coronation layout too and I can remember settling down to 'watch with mother' each afternoon. My favourite was Rag, Tag ad Bobtail.

  2. That's a lovely photo of your Dad and a wonderful poem to go with it. x


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