My father...was a funny man

When it came to cars and driving…….


We still laugh when we think about these. Must first tell you that my brother was extremely witty if he wanted to be and he irritated the Holy S&^^%* out of my father and vice versa when it came to driving. My father would never in his whole life allow my brother to touch his car and my brother took absolute delight in taking the Mickey out of Daddy O!

Now, my father’s side of the family was an extremely eccentric lot! So was my father, very eccentric, like a pain- in-you-know-where, but looking back, a man you could spend a whole chapter writing about.

Looking back it is funny with funny incidents.

• He used to, on a Saturday morning go ‘to Town’ to buy meat and parked in the ‘Main’ Road. Sometimes we just went along for the ride. Once there was a similar car same model, same color etc parked about two spaces on. My brother and I watched from across the road… as my father got into the other car and tried to start it. This took a while and then picture this…. He got out and examined the key!

• My father was an extremely...errrr cautious driver, kept well below the speed limit, like 50% below! Once he was ‘cruising’ down the street at no more than 40 km /hour (according to my brother) when somebody overtook him. And my father said:” Look at that bloody fool speeding past!”

• Once it was raining and my brother pointed out to my father to switch on the de-mister. My farther was immediately cross, “Do not speak to me now” he said to my brother, “can you not see that I cannot see out of the window because of all this misting up?”

My father has passed over and I do not think he would ever know how I now treasure some of these memories. Little golden Apples! Pity he cannot see he was really a very funny man in some respects!