Father’s Day

It’s Father’s Day here in Oz, so I wish all fathers who may read this a very happy day. Father’s (and Mother’s) Day brings mixed feelings. Both my parents are dead now, so I’m sad they’re no longer with us. I find myself looking a little wistfully at those who still have their father, or at images of happy dads playing, talking with or hugging their children. My dad was a funny old fella in lots of ways. He had an awful childhood, a difficult teens and a tough adult life. He was illegitimate in an era that didn’t forgive such things. He was deaf (due to a nasty bout of measles when he was a little tacker) and didn’t receive a hearing aid until he was a married man with children. He wasn’t allowed to fight in...

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