September 04, 2011

HB, TGOO!

Today is the 71st year for The Great Omnipotent One.

You know what the funny thing is? I remember when my grandfather was 71 and I thought he was old as crap. Well, because... he was. He was a mess at 71. But my Dad? If you ask my kids if their grandfather is old, they'll scrunch up their faces like you're stupid and say, "No." Then they add, "Poppy was old..." And Poppy... was. (Their other grandfather.)

The kids and I were playing this funny game called Imaginiff the other night. I meant to write down some of what happened, as it was dang funny. Anyway, TGOO had a spot on the board, and we came to a card that we had to read with TGOO in mind and it said something like, "Imaginiff Big Daddy were in a confrontation... he would be most likely to run away, fight to the bitter end, sweet talk his way out of it, pretend it wasn't happening, or find a compromise."

Every single one of us put "Fight to the bitter end". Heh. We laughed hysterically after. (Sorry, Dad, true story. I meant to tell you that tonight during our birthday talk...)

My Dad is the historian in the family, the resident Genealogist. He's got Mom's family traced back to Mayflower, his to Jamestowne, both to the Revolutionary War and the Civil War (opposite sides). He's done his Y-DNA and as I posted, Mom's mDNA.

If Mom is the emotional glue that holds the family together, then TGOO is the historical glue.

TGOO and I have traipsed through cemeteries finding old family graves from the 1800's, been in the bottom of an old Court House looking for something only to look at each other completely aghast as we held old papers in our hands from family, showing slave ownership. (The urge to take all that home was overwhelming. It stayed at the Court House, but dang... it was tough to leave it.)

He's been documenting everything in databases as I've now been on a mission now to get it all in my head and copied as well.

It is his father that my oldest son has started to resemble the most. (BTW, Dad, Ringo now wears his hair brushed back like my Big Daddy did in his twenties, to show off that magnificent widow's peak. It is eerie... between the eye lids and the forehead... I am looking at the 1940s.)

TGOO has the green thumb I will never have. He turns wood. He studies history. He can still shoot with such amazing accuracy he has on his garage door a target with holes in it labeled, "From 25 feet... with my new Glock". (I think that's what it says...) He's a regular renaissance man.

Who would fight to the bitter end. Heh.

Love you, Dad. Happy Birthday!

Posted by Boudicca at September 4, 2011 08:42 PM
Comments

Well Happy Birthday TGOO! Many happy returns of the day!

Finally, I know what TGOO stands for and who he is to you. I've never been sure and I must've missed the original memo. ha!

Posted by: Joan of Arghh! at September 4, 2011 09:04 PM

It's funny, I've been blogging so long, I never thought about people not knowing the cast of characters anymore. Dad will comment here as Angus of 'something'. So anytime you see that, that's him. If you see ~ that's my Mom. She goes my Mom, or sometimes Hubba. Heh. My sister is Mo, or Morrigan and my bro is TN.

Which brings me to my three boys, in order, Ringo, Mr. T, and Bones. (Bones is his real nickname.)

Posted by: Bou at September 4, 2011 10:00 PM

Happy birthday, Bou's Dad!!!

Posted by: PeggyU at September 5, 2011 01:41 AM

Happy Birthday TGOO!! :)

Posted by: pam at September 5, 2011 06:44 AM

Your dad sounds like an awesome combination of the best traits of my mom and pop rolled together. Mom was the reader and family historian, pop, the jack of all trades and marksman. Three cheers and many more years!

Posted by: K-nine at September 5, 2011 07:11 AM

Happiest of birthdays TGOO!

Posted by: vwbug at September 5, 2011 07:20 AM

... many, many happy returns, TGOO....

Posted by: Eric at September 5, 2011 07:30 AM

May TGOO have the greatest of days today...without having to fight to the bitter end!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at September 5, 2011 10:15 AM

Happy Birthday, TGOO!

Posted by: Mary at September 5, 2011 08:58 PM

Happy Birthday to your Dad. My Mom's 78th was yesterday. My Dad was still farming full time when he turned 71. My Dad would fight to the bitter end if it was during a game of dominoes (especially when we played Moon). I swear the man could count cards/domino tiles. Talking about widows peaks, all the male first cousins on my dad's side of the family look nothing alike, but they all have the same widow's peaks. Every single one of the. I love the stories of your family.

Posted by: Tina at September 5, 2011 10:00 PM

Happy birthday, TGOO!

I adore the tales about your father... He reminds me of a great Scottish chieftan when you speak of him.

We have my maternal line traced to the Mayflower and a bit beyond. Really, I'm becoming more sure we will find a close connection between us. ;)

Posted by: Jody at September 6, 2011 08:21 AM