Father's Day

I guess if you really have to push this day on us, then we’ll take it. I don’t think it makes a father any more or any less, of one. I think it's just another day to push sales on products, so the companies, can make more money. I remember going to church on Sunday, on Father’s Day and all the hoop-la, they put on about it, to honor the father’s. Each father was given a rose at the door, to wear. If your dad, was alive then it was a red rose, dead, a white rose and the one who had the most children at church, was given a pink rose. Now my grandfather, got it most every year. So, for several years, he was able to wear the red rose, cause my great-grandpa, was still alive, until 1961. Almost made it to 100 years old. My grandfather usually had the most kids attend the service, so he got the pink rose too. Me I was just sitting there wondering, when it would all be over, so I could leave and go home and eat the food, we would fix for Father’s Day. Anyway, my kids were bouncing off the walls.
These days, things aren’t quite as extreme, and I sure am glad. Of course, I’m not sitting in the church pew, like I did back then. Traditions, have a way of changing down through the years.