tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post7613802153564570956..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: The Legs of WinterDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-69638730182228687772018-03-08T06:54:46.656-07:002018-03-08T06:54:46.656-07:00What a wonderful story. My dad did wear shorts. ...What a wonderful story. My dad did wear shorts. We all tan like anything and never burned plus he retired to Fl. Back in the day Sunday was a dress up day.amotheradaughterandlifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12111277135123420943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-55312621956071351972018-03-08T05:44:57.891-07:002018-03-08T05:44:57.891-07:00Amazing, ins't it, how different--and yet the ...Amazing, ins't it, how different--and yet the same--our lives can be?! Love hearing about your dad!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-56427527775310836622018-03-08T05:44:04.836-07:002018-03-08T05:44:04.836-07:00Your dad had legs?! I have to sit down . . .
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T...Your dad had legs?! I have to sit down . . .<br />;) <br />Thanks so much for sharing, Sue! Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-73773861672622107992018-03-08T05:43:21.708-07:002018-03-08T05:43:21.708-07:00Now I would have liked to see that! :)Now I would have liked to see that! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-44792051874068266572018-03-08T05:42:54.993-07:002018-03-08T05:42:54.993-07:00The porcelain white? That would be my family . . ....The porcelain white? That would be my family . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-36912356481748845942018-03-08T05:42:22.519-07:002018-03-08T05:42:22.519-07:00I guess Dads' knees weren't meant to see t...I guess Dads' knees weren't meant to see the light of day! ;)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-12199169582864840632018-03-08T05:41:41.545-07:002018-03-08T05:41:41.545-07:00Oh, my goodness. 'WOULDN'T LET' him we...Oh, my goodness. 'WOULDN'T LET' him wear them? Don't get me started . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-21464473745324958602018-03-08T05:40:31.011-07:002018-03-08T05:40:31.011-07:00Kindred spirits, our dads.Kindred spirits, our dads.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-14446505632972902312018-03-08T03:03:26.754-07:002018-03-08T03:03:26.754-07:00My Dad loved to swim, so all of my summer time mem...My Dad loved to swim, so all of my summer time memories are of him in swimming trunks, or even cut off jean shorts. Anything that would work for a quick dip in the water.<br />Great memories! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17171698483630633414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-10544209006401298022018-03-07T23:25:41.029-07:002018-03-07T23:25:41.029-07:00What a lovely story and memory of your Dad. Life ...What a lovely story and memory of your Dad. Life was different back then wasn't it although living in Sydney at the time, my Dad did wear shorts so I did see his legs! Thanks for sharing your memories with us at #MLSTL and I shared on SM.<br />Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & BeyondSue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15418770845484399102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-51111591894957143482018-03-07T20:36:07.549-07:002018-03-07T20:36:07.549-07:00Men always dressed more "properly" in th...Men always dressed more "properly" in the good old days didn't they Di? I can imagine your dad's embarassment from the riding a chicken comment - the neighbour was lucky not to be clipped over the back of the head for the insult! Thanks for linking up with us at #MLSTL and I've shared this on my SM xxLeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05623420015695351280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-79281139431064912172018-03-07T18:13:49.658-07:002018-03-07T18:13:49.658-07:00My dad wore shorts at home in the summers, but lon...My dad wore shorts at home in the summers, but long pants for work, so his legs were paler, but we're a light-olive toned family and the rest of the town was either Greek or Italian and English, so there were tanned people and sunburnt people. I don't remember seeing anybody with truly white skin until a girl from Scotland joined our high school and even she developed a pale tan soon enough. Much later when my daughter was in high school, her best friend was a whiter-than-white redhead who didn't even freckle when she went out in the sun. Porcelain white she was.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-62628165575989929722018-03-07T13:41:23.777-07:002018-03-07T13:41:23.777-07:00Hiss and spit. I gave my father a burgundy silk s...Hiss and spit. I gave my father a burgundy silk shirt. He loved it. And wore it and wore it. After many washes it was decidedly pink. And he still loved it. And wore it.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-72314861812446872722018-03-07T13:39:58.333-07:002018-03-07T13:39:58.333-07:00I don't recall EVER seeing my father in shorts...I don't recall EVER seeing my father in shorts either. Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-73530987304483626382018-03-07T12:07:48.676-07:002018-03-07T12:07:48.676-07:00Love the line about riding a chicken! And who says...Love the line about riding a chicken! And who says men don't think about their appearance? My dad had a fondness for purple and mauve. And I made sure he had some in his wardrobe for the eight years after his stroke, despite the one caregiver who wouldn't "let" him wear them. Oh dear, I've just veered into different territory altogether . . . sorry to rant!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-820519507509660782018-03-07T11:27:42.609-07:002018-03-07T11:27:42.609-07:00Dad never wore shorts or bathing trunks.....he nev...Dad never wore shorts or bathing trunks.....he never took his shirt off in public either.only slightly confusedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08165115156889904978noreply@blogger.com