A L O H A !
Have you seen those
"Dustpan-on-a-stick" things
for sweeping into
with a small one-hand broom?
They were a new thing
in the janitorial game
when when I was growing up
cleaning office buildings
with my Dad
in his little
maintenance company .
( You can read more
about when I was 16 HERE ).
Have you seen those
"Dustpan-on-a-stick" things
for sweeping into
with a small one-hand broom?
They were a new thing
in the janitorial game
when when I was growing up
cleaning office buildings
with my Dad
in his little
maintenance company .
( You can read more
about when I was 16 HERE ).
That dustpan-on-a-stick
we called a "Valet."
we called a "Valet."
Back then,
when Dad and I
clashed titanically,
he used to tell me:
when Dad and I
clashed titanically,
he used to tell me:
"Don't sweep so hard with the Valet.
Just skim the particles off the floor,
you're working too hard."
Just skim the particles off the floor,
you're working too hard."
Since he was so wrong about
me,
I refused to listen.
Just like him
(I have his genes, after all)
I knew
me,
I refused to listen.
Just like him
(I have his genes, after all)
I knew
just the right way
to do everything.
Today, Rubbermaid
sells a "Valet" for home use.
I have one,
and it is just the thing
to complement floor washing
and floor vacuuming.
Every time I use it, though,
I realize that
this was something
that Dad was right about.
I use it with professional pride
(I'm a retired cleaner,
except in my own home :)
to do everything.
Today, Rubbermaid
sells a "Valet" for home use.
I have one,
and it is just the thing
to complement floor washing
and floor vacuuming.
Every time I use it, though,
I realize that
this was something
that Dad was right about.
I use it with professional pride
(I'm a retired cleaner,
except in my own home :)
Every time I make a "Sweep"
with the little one-handed broom,
each time,
a little voice in my head
repeats with love
like a mantra:
with the little one-handed broom,
each time,
a little voice in my head
repeats with love
like a mantra:
"You were right, Dad;
You were right, Dad;
You. . . . "
I'm really saying
"I love you Dad."
O-Bon Lanterns heading out to sea
Link
You were right, Dad;
You. . . . "
I'm really saying
"I love you Dad."
O-Bon Lanterns heading out to sea
Link
If your parent
was a taxi driver,
taxis will always
touch your heart;
But that's a story about
my Grandpa.
was a taxi driver,
taxis will always
touch your heart;
But that's a story about
my Grandpa.
In my heart's ear
I hear him telling me
to remind you
to click on the book cover
at the top right of this Blog!
I hear him telling me
to remind you
to click on the book cover
at the top right of this Blog!
The story of my
taxi driving adventures
as a newcomer in Honolulu
are WELL WORTH $3 USD at Kindle!
taxi driving adventures
as a newcomer in Honolulu
are WELL WORTH $3 USD at Kindle!
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I think we can all come up with stories like this Cloudia - lovely memories.
ReplyDeleteDad's are usually right. ;)
ReplyDeleteReminds me that father's day is just a week away
ReplyDeleteyou were a typical stubborn teen. :) what a sweet post.
ReplyDeleteI hope my son remembers some fond things about me when I am old.
ReplyDeletebig alohaaa!!!
ReplyDeletesuch a sweet post!
smiles....finally admitting he was right...that is a fathers day treat...i think we all were a bit rebellious once thinking we knew it all...
ReplyDeletealoha from va
Mothers and fathers are always right dear Cloudia. I like ypur post very much. And your shots too. Kisses= baci
ReplyDeleteLovely captures!!
ReplyDeleteNamaste /\ from Mumbai
Aloha!!
I guess it's the good intention that matters - right or wrong. Nice that you love your Dad. And yes your book was worth much more than $3.00.
ReplyDeleteThanks, fellow teenage rebels!
ReplyDeleteOh what a lovely memory! Yes, indeed, simple things will bring up many associations.
ReplyDeleteAmazing photo of the lanterns; I first thought it was sunset shining on the water! I'm still rebelling, though. DrumMajor
ReplyDeleteGosh I love seeing each of you so very much! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks!!!!
Don't we all learn our stubbornness from our parents? Hmmm my sons are stubborn....
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Cloudia!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dears
ReplyDeleteTake smiles of peace, The sound of Philadelphia, tsop!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous memories. I too am stubborn - and of course it has nothing to do with me at all. I inherited it. (And claimed it as my own).
ReplyDeleteI suspect that both your father and your grandfather are never far away from you - also lovely.
I can definitely vouch for your 'taxi stories' Cloudia, super read! Gosh the link to the lantern ceremony was so sad. I need one of those 'sweepy' things :)
ReplyDeleteAnd your book was truly so much fun to read, Cloudia. What incredible photos you have on this post! Your dad gave you skills to use and appreciate for your life and that's a gift.
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