Seeking My Dad’s Approval

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When I was a young man growing up on Stark Street in Phillips Texas, I wanted my Dad to be proud of me, so I was always doing things to try to win his approval. I can remember one day that I worked very hard trying to please him, and all he did was eat my ass out. Here’s the story about that particular day.

 

 

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Seeking My Dad’s Approval

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It was 1955 and I was 12 years old on a summer weekday. Before he went to work that morning, he told me to wash our 1955 black ford hard top and to clean up all the junk out of the yard so he could mow on Saturday morning. Our black Ford Fairlane Victoria two door hard top was a cool car he had bought not to long before that had cool sounding mufflers that kind of rumbled when we rode it down the street.

 

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Our cool looking Ford Fairlane Victoria two door hardtop that I worked so hard on that day in 1955,

 

 

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He headed off to work and about 1PM, I started working on the car. I had decided to wash it, scrub the white walls, clean and vacuum the inside, wash the windows inside and out, chamois the outside and wax it with turtle wax. When 4:30 PM came round, I had just finished the car and I didn’t have time to clean up the yard. He came in and ate supper and then my Mom and Dad decided to go over to see my Aunt BuelDine and Uncle Harold. We got in the car and he didn’t say one word about the car. He asked me if I cleaned up the yard and I told him I didn’t have time and the shit hit the fan. He started screaming and hollering at me and I was madder than a wet hornet because I worked all afternoon for him and this was the thanks I got.

 

 

 

When we got over to my aunt BuelDines house. I didn’t say a word, I just got out and started walking home. On the trip home, I cursed my Dad some, I thought about running away, I cried a little, and I was just generally miserable. When I got home, I cleaned up the yard, but the house was locked so I couldn’t get in. I found a cool place under the floor overhang at the back of the house and curled up and went to sleep. When they got home, they could see that I had been there, but they couldn’t find me so they got frantic and the hunt was on. I finally woke up and went inside and we talked about why things happened the way they did. My Dad apologized and in a week or two I got over it.

 

My Dad and I about the ages when the 1955 event occurred  when I was seeking his approval, and he was eating my butt out.

 

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Thanks for reading Seeking My Dad’s Approval,
Bill