A tribute to my dad
May 21, 2021
by Helen Lovell
My dad had many positive characteristics and everyone was drawn to him. To know him was to like him. He always looked for the good in people and tried to understand things from their perspective. The qualities that I liked the best were his sense of humor and love of literature.
Dad was always quick with a joke, he liked to see people laugh. One of my most vivid memories, that got my whole family laughing, occurred in winter when I was 12. My parents were from the East coast near mountain ranges. So they both enjoyed skiing. In fact, that is how they met.
This particular winter I was 12 and the snow was particularly suitable for skiing in Tahoe. So my parents rented a condo and we went skiing for a week. The whole trip was enjoyable and everyone was having a good time. On about our third day we were warming up on a moderate slope. We got off the chairlift and looked down the mountain. We were all debating which way to go.
A small woman with a camera approached us. She asked if she could take our picture. We agreed and she started trying to pose us. Dad kept goofing around when she told him where to go. The photographer was clearly getting a little irritated.
The photographer told dad something along the lines of you need to stand facing your wife. Dad looked at my sister, mom, and me. He looked a bit perplexed and said-One of them is my wife?” All of us laughed. The photographer was not amused but she got her picture and money after that. Dad gave her a tip. She smiled. That picture is still on the refrigerator in my childhood home.
My second memory of dad is of him reading. Dad loved to read to children. If a child was around he would get them to listen to him reading a story. Dad would get so involved in the story he would forget about other things going on around him.
One day dad took me to the circus. We arrived and sat in our designated seats. Most people were getting things to eat and drink or being social. Dad pulls out a book called The Swing In The Summerhouse. We had read a few chapters already. I had no idea that he had brought that book with him. He starts reading it to me in the middle of the stadium stands. Dad started projecting his voice as if he were talking to a class. A few people started staring at us. We had stopped their conversation to listen to a kid's book. I did not care I was spending time with dad and that is what mattered. After we left the circus dad asked me if I liked the show or the book better. I told him the book. He agreed with me. That was one of our bonding moments.