An incorrectly spelled last name due to a typo on his WW2 navy discharge papers and his full head of hair. Lee
Words of wisdom. When I bought my first Harley I had him drive it home & it sure made his day. When we arrived home he said " There are a few things you do not loan out Your bike, your woman & your money" I try to live by those words . pic is of that bike
My Dad wasn't much for anything but a stock car, he thought dual exhaust was a waste of a muffler. I did inherit his ownership in the deer camp in the U.P. and his 1948 .300 Savage that he restocked himself.
My grandfather in 1924 - My hot rod heritage My grandfather died in 1956 when I was 6 years old, so I don't remember him. My father died two years ago at age 83. In most conversations we would have, my dad would talk about his dad. I am greatfull for those stories, otherwise I would not know about my grandfather's life. that is the most important thing my father passed on to me.
His love of hot rods, customs and racing, good genes for a full head of hair and the ability to dish out sarcasm. And there was something else?..... Oh yeah! His 36 Ford cabriolet!
He loved rules and followed them to the letter...no imagination. I am just the opposite and couldn't be happier about it. I guess what he passed on to me was the example of how not to live a full life. He was 48 when I was born, like being raised by a grandparent...
42 years worth of tool & die equipment, and a large collection of very large high quality hand tools that he used to build and maintain mining equipment from South Africa I think. Several roll-aways worth. Mostly stuff that when I looked at it, I figured I'd never use it. Like an idiot (I was young when he died), I figured I'd just sell off most of it. I mean, who'd ever need almost 1,000 metal files of all shapes and sizes, or OVER 900 punches and cold chisels of every size, shape, and material you could think of? Or screwdrivers...over 150, most appeared hand made of any length, shape, and bend you could think of. Or Snap-On wrenches, large ones, small ones, cut off at all different lengths, twisted every which way you could think and every size, including large sizes I didn't even know existed. Over 500 wrenches. Who would ever need THAT kind of CRAP? Right? So, I sold most of it. (like an idiot). Now, when ever I work on a project, and I need JUST THE RIGHT length wrench, or bend to screwdriver, or just the right size & shape chisel, I remember how foolish I was. NOTE TO YOUNG PEOPLE: NEVER EVER sell tools. NEVER.
ha i got the same except for the hair....he had a full head, my bald head came form my mothers side...lol
My Dad Had a license in every trade! I guess I get my mechanical ability from him. Oh and baldness. Miss You Dad!
Work Ethic, dad was a farmer, virtually never took time off (there was always something to do) except Sunday for Church and Sunday afternoon. Fix it yourself and don't throw something away that you might use later (he remembered the depression because he lived it) Treat people right because it's the right thing to do. The pocket knife that I have carried since the early 70's when I lost my folks. A pump Monkey Wards octagon barrel 22. What I didn't get from dad (and mom) was the ability to pick a decent mate. It took three times before I got a really nice wife. I am sure there are lots more but.....I just can't think of them now. Thanks Dad
My father and I were from different planets and had little in common.He was a jock and I sucked at sports.He liked to play the horses,I see no point to gambling.But he was nice to me and although he didn't work on cars,he like fast ones.
Pass along brother that is now my sister. I knew he was strange. When we were little I was play football. He/she was playing w/ dolls.
My old man ran away from home at 14 and made his way in the world through hard work as a carpenter, then a contractor and finally a store owner. He instilled in me how to have a neat jobsite, no matter what you are doing, and to always give the "man" a days work for a day's pay. These he intended to give me. Unknown to him he also instilled in me the desire to enjoy my wife and kids, as he never took a vacation with us, always two weeks of fishing with his buddies. He didn't have a passion for hot rods but liked cars and went out of his way to ensure I had a shed behind his store with a concrete floor and electricity to work on my hot rods. He was born in 1901, went through the depression and taught me how to save and pay cash, not to use credit. Has stood me in good stead. With the lessons he taught me, I walked away from the "man" at 56, then three years of part time consulting and then full retirement. Turns out with the memory issues my wife has now, that ten years of retirement with her was more precious than gold. Thats the best thing he left me without really knowing the impact it would have!
Welding skills, the ability to make things out of scrap, no matter how small the piece, a receding hairline, many different ways to combine swear words, some mechanical aptitude (his days of working on cars were long gone by the the youngest of 9 kids popped out) and some decent siblings, some of whom still talk to each other. The alcoholism skipped me, and I am grateful, Lord knows I tried.
A man has two heads but only enough "precious bodily fluid" to operate one or the other in a responsible manner: choose wisely. A man whose word is good has all he needs to get started. Don't carry a grudge, but be prepared to make an exception. After awhile, you'll have to quit screwin' her and start talkin' to her. THAT'S when you'll learn how well you picked a wife. If you think a monkey wrench can mess up the works, you won't believe the kind of damage money or sex can inflict. "GRANDCHILDREN" loosely translated means "I tried to tell you!"
Maybe, he was gone enough anything is possible, gone 24-36 hrs at a time and home about 8. being a conductor on the Rairoad the money was good, but family life sucked. Seemed I seen him more often when I was going to tech school in Cheyene than I remember seeing him at home the previous 18 years. Rod
Car related? Some tools, only change one spark plug at a time and when doing an oil change, moisten the gasket of the new filter with the old oil. Life lesson: "Be the best at whatever it is you're doing. Even if it's digging a ditch. Dig the best ditch."
Old car love, much knowledge and how to cuss at inanimate objects. Posted from the TJJ App for iPhone & iPad
never mess with another mans car, his tools or his woman, and never lend money to friends, nothing good ever comes from it. i think i'll give him a call now just to say what's up.
Same, and a lot of bad memories...i just know I'm giving my kids better, my 2 year old daughter loves her cars.
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