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Happy Father's Day, Pop

Story ID:10560
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family Memories
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:2015
Person:My Pop
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Happy Father’s Day, Pop
By Chuck Diishno
6/21/15

My Dad, Ed Dishno, was 50 years old when I was born in 1934. My Grandfather lived in the Big Hole Valley in Montana and Pop was his first child, born in 1884. I was privileged to now and love him for 25 years before cancer took its terrible toll on this great man.Even though Pop was a hard working cattle rancher for the first 40 years of his life, I only knew him as a timber faller in Oregon and California.

My Pop has been gone for over 56 years but I think of him daily and the thngs that he taught me stick in my mind today. Here are a few.

Pop gave me an instant temper that would rise instantly and fall just as fast within a few minutes and a kind word. As a small boy, I remember wanting to go to Klamath Falls with all our family in our 1928 Modle A Ford. Pop would blow up and yell, “If we do it there will come a blinding snow storm and we will be stuck on Bly Mountain and have to put the chains on to get over.” He would then smash his fist into somethng, usually the side of the Ford, walk away rubbing his hand. Pop would then come back in the house and say, “Well, just don’t sit there, If were going lets not waste time.” At that point we would all pile into the Ford and sure enough we would get stuck on Bly Mountain and have to put the chains.Later in the day we would make the return trip, get stuck and have to put on the chains again. We would return home happy and wet albeit Pop had a sore fist for a few days..I am happy to have inherited that temper and to be as kind as my Pop.

Pop taught me to be wise, He would say, “Never leave your wagon tongue laying on the ground because a cow would walk 10 miles just to poop on it.” What he was saying was to always finish what you are doing or else you might end up with cow crap on your hands.

Pop tught me to be modest. When you are taking your best girl on a buggy ride behind a flatulent horse and the horse lets go with a gaseous cloud, always change the subject to the weather or something pleasant.

Pop taught me to be curteous and always tip your hat and open the door for the ladies.

Pop taught me to read. Even though he had no more than a 5th grade education, Pop would read the newspaper and the Reader’ Digest every evening.

These are just a few of the things I learned from this great man and as I have often said, “If I can be no better than my dear old Pop, I will have succeeded in life beyond all my expections.

Happy Father’s Day, Pop. I know we will meer again and re-live all the good old times.
Your Chum .