Tell Me About Your Parents

[Wired1]

I have to brag about mine. Mom is 66 and a 2 time cancer survivor. Dad is 75 and a heart attack and quad bypass survivor. They just spent last week snoe shoing and dog sledding, and now are off to take my 9 year old niece skinning at Bachelor. 48 years married and still in love.

I'm so proud.

 

[mold]

Although both of mine a gone they remain close to my heart. They adopted me at the age of two weeks after my dad returned from WWII where he served as a Captain the the Army in the South Pacific. My mom was an old fashion "stay at home" mom who prepared three meals a day which we ate at the kitchen table. My dad acted as my troops scout master and was my inspiration for becoming Eagle Scout. We were poor but never lacked for anything especially support and love.

God I long for the way it was.

 

[Mooseknuckle]

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.







Hope that caught you off guard Cathy!

 

[cmantle1]

my momma went to church and my daddy went to bars....

 

[hilinerider]

mom and dad passed away when i was a senior in hs, dad was 77 and mom was 63, my 2 older bros and i worked away and on the farm and still have it, older bro runs it, been in the family for over a hundred yrs (three generations)

they passed away 3 months apart, dad had empashyma (sp?) mom of an angioplasty operation

 

[newmy1]

You don't even want to know

 

[Mafesto]

They adopted me at the age of two weeks

Bruce, I am also adopted.

I refer to my adoptive parents as my "real" parents though.
Dad had a stroke at 29 & had to teach himself to walk & talk all over.
Since then he has had a couple heart attacks & still going strong at 80.
Tough old bird for sure!

 

[catnfool]

My Dad took us and our cousins sledding every Sat.- we had an old Suburban and would haul 8 shortracks sideways Us kids were spoiled pain in the @zzes who didn't know how good we had it We would be up till 3am getting our sleds fixed, and out the door at 8! Some of the best memories of my life.
THEN, when we got into highschool and REALLY started causing trouble, it seemed that sledding was our "base", you know, where when you are on base you can't get tagged out No matter what had happened at school/home, there was a different mood out in the woods. It was the same with the dirtbikes in the summer.
My Mom tolerated us clowns being gone every Saturday, and was glad my sister didn't abandon her too
sorry 'bout the book, but you asked!!