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| Thoughts for the day from the boat of Steve Cady:
By Paul Harvey
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would. My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen. I hope you have a job by then. It will be good if at least one time you can see a baby calf born and your old dog put to sleep. I hope you get black eye fighting for something you believe in. I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a Disney movie and your little brother wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him. I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where it you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have to catch a ride I hope your driver doesn't have to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your mom. If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use those newfangled computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head. I hope you get razzed by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like. May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I hope you get sick when someone blows cigar smoke in your face. I don't care if you try beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend. I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa and go fishing with your uncle May you feel sorrow at a funeral and the joy of holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand. These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.
Written with a pen. |
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| I did my level best to raise my boys exactly that way...and digging in the dirt, working for their first car, sharing a room, deer stand, boat, and using each other's fishing rods, and rifles, most certainly didn't hurt anything.
Every father is certain their boys are the best in the universe... in my universe, my boys have made me proud!![8)] |
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| Thanks Steve....that is EXACTLY how little sponge will be raised! High time we all took a look at what's around us....the world is much different today than it was when we were younger, but the values listed above haven't changed + it is up to us to pass 'em down! [:sun:] |
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| I may be one of the young "pups" among the crowd here....but I can at least add this much: Though my old man and I don't agree on much on a day-to-day basis, when we get in the boat, it IS the best time we spend together. I run the boat now, he's a little slow and unattentive these days to do it....but I'm doing as he did for my grandfather back in the 50's and 60's on the Manitowish Chain....which is the same as my Grandfather did for my Great-grandfather early in the century when it took 2 days to get from Chicago to the Northwoods. My guess is that alot has been learned from generation in these trips...
But why then does no one in the Slamr Lineage ever catch sh*t? I guess maybe my sons will show me.....
Slamr
*now I gotta go get to paying some attention to the future Mrs. Slamr, gotta get some practice in for later attempts at making those future dink catchers!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Steve-
Great...I have two daughters, 14 and 11, and they are being raised exactly that way. My oldest is my hunter, although this year she decided to skip, and my youngest is my musky gal (she wants to bowhunt too).
They don't get paid to do their chores, they won't get a new car when they drive and they will work when they are 16.
Im a proud dad most of the time and regret every minute all the second shifts, midnights and weekends that I worked which kept me from spending time with them.
Thanks again Steve,
Scott |
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| Wat to go Steve,
I have a 10 year old son, and an 8 year old daughter. They both love to fish and camp. My son got his first Muskie (42")two weeks after his 9th birthday. It was "GREAT", I think I was more excited then he was, had to fight back the tears. They will be rasied exactly in this manner, if they don't kill each other first!!![:blackeye:]
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| Very good advise... I have already installed many of those things in the game plan of raising my daughter. My brother thought me a good one..
If a boy wants to date his daughter, the boy better call him and ask permission.. any boy that is worth anything would do that.
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