Friday, September 9, 2011

Married A Girl Just Like Dear Ol' Dad

It became very clear to me during Hurricane Irene that, to paraphrase that song, I've married a girl just like dear ol' dad.  Funny how it took this long to occur to me.


  • Neither is into organized much of anything, particularly religion.
  • But they have deep conversations, waxing philosophical and sometimes poetic; they enjoy visiting the world of ideas. (And I love to be there when it's the two of them discussing things.)
  • And history.  Especially the Civil War.  Mama's been to many of the battlefields and Pop plans on going.
  • And nature, though Pop actually goes outdoors and Mama just likes to think about it, being a true New Yorker.  Both of them have this thing about weather.
  • And travel.  I think Mama would do the National Parks and Civil War sites with Pop.  I don't know if he go to Antarctica with her.  
  • And they both like to take photographs--Pop, of his ducks; Mama, of her cats.
  • Pop reads a lot of books; Mama buys a lot of books hoping to read them (and now listens to audiobooks).  Neither is much of a go-to-the-movies fan.
  • Both like to keep up with current events, though Pop enjoys the national public and political debate almost as theater; it just makes Mama tense.  But they are both two of the most informed people I know.  Note:  they're both good liberal Democrats. (Though, now, Pop's practically a Socialist!)
  • And risk averse.  They both are cautious.  When Dad would take us for boat rides, we'd practically have enough drinks for a week.  Mama had enough water during the hurricane for a month.  
  • But Dad's a more cautious driver than Mama; though, she's slowing down and is still more careful than many.
  • I feel safe with them both.
  • Both see taking care of their loved ones as their highest priorities.
  • And they're pretty good caretakers.  And I have lots of experience being on the receiving end.
  • Mama is not a great patient.  I'm pretty sure Pop isn't either.
  • Sis and Bud bring out something special in both of them, something only kids/grandkids can elicit.  It's beautiful, touching to watch.
  • Both like Broadway musicals.  And will sing.  Pop will make up words; Mama knows them.
  • And spicy food.
  • And will pretty much try any food once.  Though she likes Brussel sprouts, and he doesn't.  He'll tell a story about having to eat them at Mr. Campbell's.  And we did once try getting him to eat some here; he gamely swallowed one.
  • Though, Pop drinks and Mama doesn't really.
  • Generally, neither is much for discussing difficult things or emotions; it's hard.  But when they do, it's from the heart.
  • They are loyal and devoted and protective, like bull dogs.
  • But they both like cats.
  • At one point, he wanted to play the banjo (or ukele or harmonica).  She wishes she played the violin.
  • Pop is laid back and social, like at the bay; you couldn't ever really say that about Mama, though, who finds the bay a challenge.
  • She liked driving his boat, though. 
  • They're both gentle; just don't get them angry, "my friend."  And drop the B.S.
  • And sentimental.  I love Gommie's story about her anniversary Swatch watch.  And there are too many stories like that about Mama to tell here . . . 
  • Mama is an IT professional.  Pop used to say that computers are glorified calculators; he's coming around, though.
  • She likes stuffed animals.  Please don't ask him about my buying the stuffed bear meal toy at the fast food place.
  • Pop has a strong moral code--justice, generosity, acceptance, respect, compassion, hard work, forgiveness.   Mama similarly strives for honesty and truth.
  • Neither is much concerned with style, fads, trends, name brands, (especially in clothes!), but they can appreciate, and look for, quality.  
  • Yep, Mama really likes her Subaru.  Yep, Pop, you should get one.  
  • As many of you know, Pop is at least a full foot taller than Mama.  
  • I feel their love and I love them both in return very much.  And I strive to incorporate the best of them in me.  
  • And, chances are, both will read this and never say so.

(I love you, too, Mom.  That's a different list!)

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