"Candads"

Hi Robin - Lee, thank you for Father Day's Greetings. Please wish
your dad a Happy Father's Day and tell him he is very blessed to have
a daughter like you who is so caring not only to your dad but friends
at this forum too.
You are so kind, but I must tell you..we are so much alike, we sometimes agree to disagree..but love prevails! LOL!
Thanks for sharing the very well taken set of your dad's pics. My
favorite is the second last one of your dad. Normally I go for the
eyes but you have done some thing even better. You have chosen to
capture those prominent features of the eye brows and moustache,
which in this case is better than the eyes. Also you captured the
skin tone and details so well and giving this pic a very strong
character but composed personality of your dad.
You know Ric...that is my fav. as well for the reasons you have stated. He has always been known for his wooly brows and moustache, which is why I love that shot too!! Thanks so much for your kind words!

Robin-Lee
cheers

ric
 
Here in England
he is exactly what I've always pictured as the fearless American
journalist/newspaperman. Straight out of Mark Twain.
You've pegged him pretty accurately! He has always written the truth..which has sometimes gotten him into a little hot water..especially with the politicians..but he writes for the people!
Give him my regards, he has a fine daughter.
Thank you.

Robin-Lee
 
What a wonderful tribute to your Dad, Robin-Lee. When I first looked at his photo, I thought "fisherman"......he has that weathered look of the old seafearers. Must be all of that wonderful the Cape Cod salt air! :)

I also am not surprised to learn he is a writer. Like father, like daughter, as you have such a wonderful way with the written word.
Happy fathers day to both your dad and your husband RL! :)
Carol
 
Wow what a great series and what a wonderful post. The thought that
popped into my head when I saw the first image was "Mark Twain" , and
then I find out he is a writer and a story teller . . .

I loved all the pictures and while I really like the B&W's I think
the color one is gorgeous too.

Thank you for doing this post. Have to admit it brought a tear to my
eye but then a flood of great memories of times and places with my
Dad. He used to write poetry (for the fun of it . . . little ditties
really) and one of his hobbies was caligraphy and so he copied all
his poems into caligraphy. Last year for my Mom's 90th we had them
copied and bound into a book for my Mom's 90th birthday. I will spend
some time reading some of his poems today!
I'm so happy to learn about your Dad's love of poetry, as I love it as well. It sounds he was a caring and compassionate man! With Mom's getting so much press..it's so nice to give Dad's their due. I've always thought of Dads as the rock..and Mom as the one who softens the edges..makes for a nice foundation for kids! Sounds to me like you got your Dad's kindness and compassion!

For you Bob..A story Dad wrote about his uke. The banjo was from when I was a child. He then went to guitar, and now the uke. Hope you enjoy it.

Looking for folks with an itch for ‘leaping flea’
Written by P.G.
April 18, 2008

I’m staring at the computer, trying to remember a word I want to use in a story, when peripheral vision detects the hourglass shape of a leaping flea at the corner of my desk.

We’re good friends, the leaping flea and me. When I’m stuck for a thought or a word, I pick up the flea – it’s kind of small – and I begin to pluck its vocal chords like The Beatles might: I hit a C and begin singing, “Yesterday, (Bmaj7) all my (E7) troubles seemed so (Am) far away…”

By the time I get down to “Oh, yesterday, came suddenly...” the word I’m looking for also leaps into consciousness. I return the flea to its cradle and begin typing again, happy.

Sometimes when I listen to the agonizing CNN repetition of so-called news (there’s nothing new about it the eighth time around), I hit the mute button on the remote. Enough already with Obama and Hillary and mankind’s screw-ups and woes and the world’s self-aggrandizing “best political team.”

I cradle the flea in my arms once more, put a smile on my face and dream of peaceful times strumming my four-string on my front porch swing in Margaritaville, happy.

What’s a leaping flea? The Hawaiians spell it like this - Ukulele – and it is pronounced OuKouleyley, which in Hawaiian means, leaping flea.

Just once, I’d like to see – and hear – one of the frequent-flier speakers at the Town Council meetings sidle up to the microphone with a “uke” and rather than moan and wail about what a rotten world we live in, offer a happy tune on the ukelele, something like, “Carolina In the Morning” or “Old Cape Cod.”

The “uke” has surprising links to Massachusetts and Cape Cod. It may be Hawaii’s child in the popular history, but it was designed there by a Portuguese master craftsman named Manuel Nunes and his instrument makers, Joao Fernandes and Augustine Dias, who arrived in 1879. That’s a link to the Portuguese fishermen of Provincetown and the Cape’s Portuguese-speaking Brazilian community.

Portuguese sailors (whalers perhaps) had preceded Nunes to the islands where they entertained themselves with a stringed instrument called a "broughina." As they did, the sailors danced and jumped, appearing to the islanders as "leaping fleas," or – in Hawaiian, "ukulele,"

This story was told by Leslie Nunes, the great-grandson of the uke designer, at an annual Ukelele Expo held in 1996 in -- of all places – the sleepy town of Montague in western Massachusetts. Even "Tiny Tim" was there tiptoeing through the tulips. So were ukulele bands with brief names like "Humuhumunukunukuapa'a."

One would think the ukulele hall of fame and museum, founded in 1996, would be located in Hawaii or Portugal. Not so. It’s right in the Bay State’s town of Duxbury.

Another link to the state: When Babe Ruth wasn’t swinging a Red Sox bat, boozing and schmoozing, he too would pluck a uke, but, we are told, not too well.

Similar to the "lute" of yore, the "uke" has receded in popularity since the 1930s but reportedly is making a comeback. You’ll marvel at some world-class players on YouTube if you search for “ukulele.”

I got my first fleabite when I arrived at an overseas air station to take my Navy post in a P2V patrol squadron back in ’52. One of the crewmen being replaced was having difficulty stuffing a small (soprano) ukulele into his sea bag and, in a fit of benevolent #@&&@ impatience, graciously offered it to me.

I enjoyed that little instrument for a year then parted with it the same way, offering it to a replacement. For all I know, some airdale (Navy airman) on the isle is probably still strumming it. I got the flea itch again recently and bought one of Hawaiian Koa wood to replace an aging guitar.

It would be pleasant to get together with uke aficionados in Barnstable, if there are any, and, rather than complain about recession, depression, obsession and taxation, smile at our neighbors and municipal officials, release the stress, laugh the doomsday spoon-fed fears of terrorists and foreclosures away and contemplate the joyous realities of life.

"Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But we'll get along
Singing a song
Side by side."
….Yep!
Again thanks!
--
Bob Corson
Some of my photos:
http://bcorson.zenfolio.com/

 
This is my first comment on any pictures in this forum.
You sure have a great looking dad.
No plastic surgeon in the world and no amount of Botox could
have done such a good job on your dads face as your dad was
letting nature and age do to it. Wise man!
Isen't it funny, how a lot of people travel half way around the world
to take "Character faces" in some exotic and poor countries,
but get rid of any wrinkle on their own or their spouses.

Victor
 
What a wonderful tribute to your Dad, Robin-Lee. When I first looked
at his photo, I thought "fisherman"......he has that weathered look
of the old seafearers. Must be all of that wonderful the Cape Cod
salt air! :)
I've always thought that myself. He loves the sea, his home on the cape..and spends more time outside than inside! He just bought a home in Mexico..he will spend the winter months there by the Yucatan Peninsula. There are 2 things certain about Dad..he will always live by the sea..and will always write for as long as the Lord allows.

Thanks so much Carol... wishing your Dad, and hubby a good one as well! RL:O)
 
Hi Robin-Lee, we may be alike in some ways. But I am not able to capture the ideas like you do and put that into a nice picture. I still have a long way to go.

Good to know that one is your fav as well.

cheers and have a nice week ahead.

ric
 
WOW!!!!

What a great tribute...your love, respect, and pride for him is very apparent...

Thank you for sharing him and your heart.

I love the first one the best. Reminds me of Hemingway....

The bango is simply wonderful and I am glad you put it on canvas. It adds a texture that communicates its years of use and joy.
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Houston Texas
F_Z_50, T_CON_17, F_L_50, T_Z_3
 
Thanks for your kind words. My Dad was a real family man and just loved all his children, grand children and great grandchildren. One of my favourite memories of him is at a family party where at the age of 87 and strugglig a bit with a bad hip, he got out of his lawn chair and down on toa lanket on the ground to play with my not quite two year old grand daughter and her 3 year old cousin that were playing there on the blanket. I know he was hurting but never saw it on his face or his attitude and he stayed there for quite some time playing and being great grampa!

Thank you also for the story of your Dad's. He sounds like my kind of man.

BTW, headed down that way in a week. Stop in Vermont to visit with my Mom and sister and then on the Greenfield , MA to spend a few days with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law.

Thanks again!

Bob
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Bob Corson
Some of my photos:
http://bcorson.zenfolio.com/

 
A thoughtful and touching thread, Robin-Lee. The pictures of your Dad you took on that day are beautiful and will remain for ever.

I remember very well that great banjo picture. Was it not a POTD winner?

Now I know from whom you inherited your writing talent! You can formulate your comments so well and precise, it is for me always a pleasure to read them, also your emails, Robin-Lee.

Mustafa

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