I find it almost easy to write about my mother, even the hard parts. I find it almost unbearable to write about my father. I'm not close enough to even know why.
I spend what I consider a great deal of time with my father. I spend a week with him at the beach (and now we actually share a house) and week with him in Vermont while we ski (we have a timeshare, he has his house). I spend a few days at Christmas and a few days at Labor Day (except this year) going to the NY Ren Faire in Tuxedo. Yes, we all get dressed up and we all go together.
I don't spend much time with my mother at all and yet, the heartstrings are solid and secure.
My father makes me crazy. I must be looking for the way home. Still.
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Your Dad gets dressed up w/ you and goes to the Ren Faire? That's awesome! I bought some patterns earlier this week to make myself a Renaissance-type dress. It's actually CG's idea...use my music side and my love for things Renaissance and romantic to play/sing weddings, etc. There's also a Celtic restaurant here in town that has live music, if I can ever get over the fear of hearing my own voice. Our Ren Faire is in October / November and we're going, and I'm dressing up fer sure.
Fathers: that's worth a post tomorrow.
Oh no! That's so funny! What I meant was that I get dressed up and go with HIM. He started this! He and his wife, they spent a summer in a rented RV and drove across the country visiting various ren faires. They collected all these great costumes and then drove to our house in CT five years ago and said, we're here to go to the ren fest in Tuxedo, want to come? And so we did, and have collected multiple costumes and identities along the way. It's been wonderful and amazing but it was all him! I should post some pics of my older two kids sparring with those wooden sparring swords in full dress, wonderful!
I wanted my parents to come down here and go to the faire with us, but it never happened. I worried a little bit about some of the bawdy humor, though.
Things Celtic have always pulled at my heartstrings. Don't know why, unless it comes from my dad's side of the family. My mom's been climbing her family tree recently and everyone came from England, and we have a direction connection to Plymouth colony. Could have floored me. I figured we came from Scottish criminals in the 1700's since the ancestors I know about were all dirt farmers in the Virginia mountains. My husband is from clan MacBean. Needless to say, I like men in kilts.
My dad lives for the bawdy humor. He and my step-mother stay until the bitter end for all the singing and they both know all the words. My two older children have beautiful voices and have made a habbit of learning all the bawdy songs as well as others and performing at family functions. I don't know whether to laugh or cry half the time.
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