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70 Things My Dad Taught Me (part 2)

Dad taught me about marriage

Marriage takes communication. My Dad spends hours talking to my Mom, nearly every day. Where some husbands grunt and nod their way through life, my Dad takes the time to listen and commune with his bride. Emulating my Dad in that area has been perhaps the single best thing in my marriage.

Marriage is important. My parents were married twice, but never divorced (once in Germany and once in Switzerland, there’s an interesting but not particularly scandalous story behind that). For this reason, they have twice as many anniversaries as most people, and my Dad takes greedy advantage of that. Nearly every month they celebrate their union in some special way, and their annual anniversaries are a big deal.


Mom and Dad, sitting on the future main lodge stairs of The Refuge.

Marriage means laying down your life for your wife. I have frequently seen my Dad abandon or defer his projects in support of my Mom. My Dad shows that he puts his bride ahead of himself.

Being a husband means being a servant to your wife. Sometimes my folks will have people over, and they’ll stay rather late. My Mom gets up early and shuts down around 10 pm – it is hard for her to face kitchen duty late at night. Although Dad often has a lot of work he wants to do in his study at night, I’ve seen him spend an hour or two cleaning up the kitchen so that my Mom won’t have to face the mess in the morning. He does this, not once in a blue moon, but pretty much every time people stay late. Dad carries things for my Mom, runs errands for her, and treats her as though he was courting her. They’ve been married now for a little more than 45 years, and he doesn’t seem to ever tire of serving my Mom.

How to cherish your wife. Dad always treats Mom in a gentlemanly way, loving her in courtesy and gifts and service and fun little ways. When I was a boy, he used to send her letters as their annual anniversary approached, pretending to be a scam ‘Mystery Gifts and Trips’ company and claiming she had ‘won’ some award or trip. He takes her on week-long trips to islands like Majorca, St. Thomas, the Canaries – we kids were always very envious.

How to be self-controlled in your speech. My Mom and Dad didn’t always agree. Sometimes they would argue, but I never heard my Dad raise his voice or speak harshly or hurtfully to my Mom. He thinks before he speaks, and he speaks in a kind and careful way, even when arguing.

How to live considerately with your wife. Most men don’t ever really understand their wives, and that may still be true of my Dad, but he certainly knows how to please my Mom. This relates somewhat to the way he serves her, but I am always challenged by the many ways that he is considerate of Mom, that he is careful not to trample on the things that she cares about, that he watches out for her needs.

How to support your wife’s dreams. My Mom is an author, a painter, a chef, a teacher, a gardener, and a host of other things. She brings passion to everything she does. My Dad enables her, believes in her, spends money and time on her pursuits. Although he served as an Army Chaplain and his ministry was in the ‘limelight’ for much of their marriage, he has often put his own desires below the need to build up and encourage my Mom in her dreams.

Pray and read the Bible with your wife. One of the things that I have recently begun doing more is praying with my wife. My Dad reads his Bible most mornings and spends a lot of time praying with my Mom, but I didn’t see much of it when I was growing up, since they did it before I woke up. Still, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to notice that their Bibles are out on the table most mornings.

Marriage is for the long haul. One thing I always knew was that my Dad was absolutely committed to his marriage with my Mom. While other kids’ parents were splitting up, I knew that ‘until death do us part’ was more than an idle wish for my folks. Dad consistently protected his relationship with Mom and made sure she felt special and cherished and supported (as I have already discussed).

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70 Things My Dad Taught Me

One of the main influences in my life as I have grown to be a man has been my father. Today, my Dad turned seventy, and I reflected on the many things he has taught me, over the years, some intentionally and some, er, less intentionally.

Trying to get a handle on the number 70, I selected 7 major categories and assigned ten things to each category, somewhat haphazardly. I can just see my Dad shaking his head over this list, saying, “Is that all he learned from me, all those years?” So let me add the proviso that these are not all the things I learned from my father, these are just the things I thought of first.

Kathy says I can’t dump all 70 in a single blog, so here is the first installment. Six more to follow, sorry to be so long-winded. (I’m not really sorry, but I feel the tiniest bit sheepish, so I offer that up on the altar of politeness.)

Dad taught me about God

God is faithful. When my Dad stands before his Maker, I don’t think that I presume when I say that the words ‘Good and faithful servant’ are likely to figure prominently. My Dad has always been the kind of person who can be counted upon, who keeps his promises, and who consistently holds to the same principles in his life. His example is one of the things I draw upon when I want to give up or run away from the drudgeries of life.

God is patient. My Dad exhibits this trait every time he watches my children, but (frankly) it is one of his defining characteristics. I remember how patiently he would listen to my blather when I used to stop by his study at night and waste his time. He has always been willing to listen to me and has shown tremendous ability in teaching me the same things, over and over.

God has high standards. My Dad is a perfectionist, and it has been difficult sometimes when I have done jobs for him. But the good side of that trait is that he has shown me how large a gap there is between our standards and God’s standard of holiness, by showing me the size of the gap between my standards and my Dad’s. When I hear preaching on the holiness of God, it isn’t hard for me to imagine how far above me that is – I just think of how far above me my Dad’s standards and multiply them a hundredfold.


Dad as a young man, before I was born.

God loves me. I never had any doubt about my father’s love for me, and because of that life-picture, I am confident in my Heavenly Father’s love for me.

God is just. My Dad always tries hard to be fair, but more importantly, he worked hard to mete out justice on many occasions growing up as I interacted with my brother and sister. His wisdom, objectivity and ability to see through my excuses and lies is very helpful to me in understanding the justice of God.

God is holy. One of the things that often annoyed me, growing up, was the extent to which my parents were willing to avoid certain types of behavior in order to avoid all appearance of evil. As I have grown and matured in my faith, I have come to value their example in seeking to separate themselves from worldly things and setting themselves apart for God.

God is creative. My Dad loves to draw and to build things with his hands or with his words, and I have come to understand God a little better through the example of my father. I can imagine the delight that Jesus must be having as he designs the ultimate model railroad in my Dad’s basement in heaven (assuming heavenly mansions have basements).

God loves people. Throughout my childhood, I can hardly remember a time when my parents did not open up their home to people in need. Whether sponsoring scores of refugees from southeast Asia, feeding the homeless or caring for the families of deployed soldiers, my Dad has served as the hands and feet of God in showing His love to people around the world.

God is generous. My Dad has given unstintingly of himself, in terms of his money, his time and his words throughout my life. He was there when I needed money for college, when I needed help buying my first home, when I needed help buying the house we are living in now, and in dozens of other examples. When I think about the selfless ways that my Dad has given of himself to me and to others, I am truly humbled.

God rewards his servants. Keeping his eye on his eternal reward, my Dad is running his race and earning his crown every day. He has often showed me the way that God restores or replaces things that we give up for His kingdom, and he has consistently taught me to value treasure in heaven over anything I might acquire here on earth.

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Dough Boys

Can a beautiful, leather couch really be nicknamed ‘Dough Boy?’ Does this match the sophisticated, high class image we’re trying to create? Oh wait, we don’t have a chance to create (much less maintain) such an image. We’ll have to stick with ‘comfortable, relaxed, and well-lived in.’ That sounds more like our style (whether by choice or compulsion).

david the dough boy

Mind you, some would say ‘Cream Puff’ is a terrible name for a beautiful, cream, leather recliner. Sounds like a poodle or a nickname for your junior high girlfriend. My family seized upon the name, but then they have a strong fondness for cream puffs. Rachel requested them as a dessert for our Christmas party (a la Costco and, of course, sold in a large tub) and they were a huge hit.

cream puffs

So ‘Cream Puff’ is here to stay. I’m still debating about ‘Dough Boy’ but I suspect I am fighting a losing battle. Especially since Tim has put his foot down, or rather his feet up (on the comfy couch).

Of course, in my research (and you must do much research when naming a piece of furniture) the term Dough Boys (spelled as one word) has a long and interesting history.

In this instance I am referring to doughboys, as in the military term for the soldiers who fought in World War I. Not, as may have originally been assumed, the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Just wanted to be sure we were clear on things. I did, however, stumble on a whole line of cartoons around the little Pillsbury guy that had me chuckling. I had to post this one as it makes me think of some friends over at the SHS loop who are occasionally feeling down and tired.

cartoon

I also came across Doughboy Pools which claim to be “The Original Portable Pool.” But I digress.

Wikipedia defines doughboy as a “now-outdated slang term for an American infantryman, best known from its use in World War I, although it potentially dates back to the Mexican-American War of 1846-48.”

dough boy

In a historical context, there are many theories on where exactly the name originated. For more information than you could ever want on the term, click here.

I’ll post just a couple random comments from the article (An Interim Report By Website Editor Michael E. Hanlon):

“The expression doughboy, though, was in wide circulation a century before the First World War in both Britain and America, albeit with some very different meanings. Horatio Nelson’s sailors and Wellington’s soldiers in Spain were both familiar with fried flour dumplings called doughboys, the predecessor of the modern doughnut…”

I’m feeling just a wee bit hungry. It’s been a while since dinner.

“Independently, in the former colonies, the term had come to be applied to baker’s young apprentices, i.e. dough-boys. Again, American soldiers probably were familiar with this usage. This version of doughboy was also something of a distant relative to “dough-head”, a colloquialism for stupidity in 19th Century America.”

Nice! Why is it that something with the word ‘head’ in it is automatically an insult? Mr. Potato head notwithstanding.

“The Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang cites several sources from the War with Mexico showing doughboy to be a nickname for the infantry including:

We “doughboys” had to wait for the artillery to get their carriages over.
N.J.T. Dana [An infantryman]

No man of any spirit and ambition would join the “Doughboys” and go afoot.
Samuel Chamberlain [A Dragoon]

And then, of course, there are the extensive theories that surround the origin of the title. I am still amazed that there has been this much discussion on the topic – enough to warrant more than one hypothesis. Not to leave you hanging, here they are:

The Baked Goods Theory
The Button Theory
The Pipe Clay Theory
The Adobe Theory

I must admit that I have done no further research (as mentioned earlier, this is really more information than most people care to know and I am definitely one of those people) so I can’t truly verify the validity of this report. Still, would goggle lead me wrong??

With that I leave you to carry on. Meanwhile I have a strange craving for donuts.

Kathy

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Have to share these pictures

I couldn’t end my blogging without posting these pictures. Some fun shots here.

Grandma and Grandpa with the Grandkiddies:

sarah and g'mag'ma and g'pa and family

Black and White shots of Sarah upstairs:

sarah

Sarah’s attempt to take my pictures. Ha!

k's vest

My two sweet girls:

the three girls

Joshua reading and waiting (patiently??) for the rest of us to come and start our couch time/reading.

joshua waits

The older children (perhaps feeling poor after Christmas) all jumped at the opportunity to wash the cars for cash. Daniel had gone off at this point but worked on the van alongside Rachel.

spraying rachelrachel sprays againjoshua washes daddy's car

That’s pretty much it. The kids are excited as my parents are arriving from Michigan on Saturday. I don’t know how we’ll keep our blog pictures to a reasonable number. Tim will surely keep me in line. He and I blog differently – I use more pictures and he uses more words. Aren’t we a wonderful team!!

A friend sent me all sorts of name possibilities for our cream couch. Some of her suggestions were: sugar loaf, brioche, dough boy, eclair, cream, marshmallow, etc. How fun! Tim immediately seized upon the name “Dough Boy” and has insisted we keep it. hmmm. We certainly have a yummy sounding set of furniture. What shall we call the orange chair???

orange chair

Kathy

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Recipes and Veggies and other Tales

I’ve been thinking about the subject of cooking these days. I’ve known average, good, and excellent chefs in my travels through life’s meals but have often wondered what is it that determines their status. Is it presentation? Variety? The ability to follow a recipe? Creativity?

Some illuminating (or at least amusing) quotes:

“The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go she went.”
Saki

“The qualities of an exceptional cook are akin to those of a successful tightrope walker: an abiding passion for the task, courage to go out on a limb and an impeccable sense of balance.”
Bryan Miller

“A good cook puts something of himself into the preparation — he cooks with enjoyment, anticipation, spontaneity, and he is willing to experiment.”
Pearl Bailey, Pearl’s Kitchen (1973)

“HAM AND EGGS – A day’s work for a chicken; A lifetime commitment for a pig.”

“A clever cook, can make….good meat of a whetstone.”
Erasmus

“Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

“My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four; unless there are three other people.”
Orson Welles

Recently I’ve been enjoying two new cookbooks and sensing, in them, the possibility of becoming a better cook. Also I have been blessed by some creative chefs in my acquaintance. One of whom came to my home and prepared this amazing salad (Thanks Jennifer!!) that introduced me to several new wonderful green vegetables.

rainbow chard?

Name this vegetable!

Jen's salad

Jen’s delicious salad.

After enjoying the leftovers of this salad for several days, I went to the grocery store today and bought large bags of fresh fruits and vegetables. The kids were thrilled to have the fruit bowl stocked again and snacked on strawberries all day.

veggies

For dinner tonight I put these greens together to make a yummy salad. I’m afraid it was a bit stretching for my (“I would be fine with iceburg lettuce”) family but at least two of them ate a big plate full. Jen introduced me to bok choy and I am already a HUGE fan. It’s sweet and crispy and perfect in salads. I haven’t tried it cooked but I read at this organic greens site that it is also good in stir-frys.

I have been so bored and frustrated with vegetables lately. I eat a fairly healthy diet that includes a hearty serving of vegetables at both lunch and dinner. After almost two years of following this food plan, I’m a little tired of the vegetables I’ve been preparing. How lovely to discover some new things to add to my repertoire. Several of the greens are ones I’ve avoided, fearing they would be bitter in a salad. Instead, I was thrilled to discover swiss chard and kale have subtle, pleasant flavors; perfect for a green salad.

I’ve already mentioned this cookbook but I want to bring it up again in order to share a recipe or two. Perfect Recipes for Having People Over by Pam Anderson

cookbook

I’ve made the cornbread muffins twice and they have been a huge hit each time. They are easy to prepare and cook beautifully.

Moist Savory Corn Muffins
1 can (14.75) creamed corn
2 cups yellow cornmeal
1 cup buttermilk
2 large eggs
8 tbs butter, melted
1 cup flour
1 tbs sugar
1 1/2 tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda

Heat oven to 450 degrees. Set 12 cup muffin tin in over to heat while you make batter.

Put creamed corn in microwaveable dish and heat until comes to a full boil. Stir in 1 cup of cornmeal to make a thick, pasty mush (if not stiff, microwave another 30 seconds). Whisk in buttermilk, eggs and butter.

Mix remaining 1 cup cornmeal with flour, sugar, salt, baking powder and baking soda. Pour wet ingredients into dry ones and stir until just combined.

Remove muffin tin, spray with cooking spray. Fill tins. Bake 15 minutes (until golden brown). Serve.

This evening I made the Yorkshire Pudding/Popovers recipe from the same book.

1 1/2 cups instant (quick mixing) flour, such as Wondra
1 tsp salt
1 1/2 cups nonfat milk
4 large eggs
2 tbs butter, melted

Mix flour and salt in medium bowl. Mix milk, eggs, and butter in small bowl. Pour egg mixture into flour mixture; stir until smooth. Spray muffin pan with cooking spray. Fill 3/4 full.

Set oven to 425. Bake for 35 minutes (starting with cold oven and w/o opening oven door).

These puffed up so beautifully I had to call the children in to come and see the yummy sight.

kids looking

kids smiling

The pictures I took of the popovers while they were baking in the oven didn’t come out and I was too busy putting the rest of dinner together to capture the finished product on film. Unfortunately I thought they looked like they were browning too fast in the oven so I took them out before the 35 minutes were up – they rose beautifully and then fell just as beautifully. Thankfully they were absolutely delicious and no one seemed to mind their fallen state at all. I will try these again soon.

The other cookbook that is the focus of my attention these days is Sunday Suppers: Informal American Home Cooking by Melanie Barnard (who seems to have also written several cookbooks for William Sonoma). My aunt (one of those excellent chefs that I noted earlier) gave me this book for Christmas. I believe when someone whom you admire gives you a present regarding their talents and gifts you should give it some careful consideration. I spent a good portion of the day reading/devouring the recipes in this cookbook (at stop lights, while waiting for the children at the Y, when I should have been making dinner). This book, in particular, carries the unique distinction of personal, hand-written notations from my aunt in the margins of her favorite recipes. What a precious addition to an already yummy book.

I am eager to get into the kitchen and start mixing and stirring. I hardly ever cook with lamb or pork and there are several delicious looking recipes featured in these two in the cookbook. My family is in for a real treat.

Kathy

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