My father was a rather reserved person. He did not have much to say except when he was talking about his hunting or fishing adventures, and to hear from him. It was always an adventure. When he got started on one of his stories, you better just sit back and forget about everything else.
Outside of that, he was rather quiet and reserved and did not have much to say.
I always liked that about him for a variety of reasons. I think I take after him in that regard. I just do not have time to hear somebody bloviate on something I am not interested in.
For one, my father had no time at all for politics. I am not sure if he was a Republican or Democrat, but I knew he voted every election.
“Son,” he often said, “you don’t have to take sides one way or the other. When I’m with a Democrat, I talk Democrat and when I’m with a Republican, I talk Republican. The only thing that matters is what I do when I get in that voting booth.”
This attitude of his, since Father’s Day is coming up, was something that made a deep impression upon me. Following his counsel has kept me out of quite a few battles throughout the years, especially when I got married.
I can never remember my father arguing with my mother. Now, my mother argued with my father, but he never reciprocated. “If you want a happy home,” he once advised, “make sure everybody in the home was happy particularly the one you married.”
That has helped me through many sticky situations for which I am eternally grateful.
Another bit of advice he gave me was simply that you do not have to fight every battle. “Only fight those battles,” he said with a sly smirk on his face, “that you know you can win.”