On Fathers’ Day


This past weekend, many people in US celebrated Father’s Day. The Father’s Day tradition started in 1910, involves activities like fathers and children getting together, children visiting parents, going outings with parents and having meals together, etc. Family tradition may vary, but its core value is to strengthen bonds between fathers and children.

While doing my daily morning treadmill walk routine I was listening to my favorite radio host talking about his surprise call to his dad because he couldn’t visit him due to pandemic travel restriction. During their call, they share their fun memories of fishing together in Minnesota lakes and even exchanging their bash fish catches. They shared their memories of taking pictures with their catches fish and grape shared his experiences fishing with his grand children.

Similar stories are shared throughout the media by journalists, writers, talk radio hosts and others. I like inspiring Father’s Day stories. One such story ‘what I learned in father’s kitchen‘ by columnist Kathleen Parker is especially noteworthy. This is not only the story I read, yet I have been almost regular reader of her column and thought to highlight here.

Columnist Kathleen Parker writes that she and her single dad share a large house with a large kitchen. She writes: “It is little wonder that I grew up interested in politics. Two of the men were journalists, one a newspaper columnist.”

  • “Most of the time, the kitchen was a Socratic classroom in which we’d pick up the conversation where we’d left off the previous night. Ever since my mother’s death when I was 3, my father had been a constant — my mentor, teacher, driver and, as he used to joke, my butler.”
  • “Whatever critical thinking skills I acquired in life I attribute primarily to these kitchen talks. The son of an English professor and, by age 14, a state-champion debater, my father possessed the gift of language.”

She writes: “Fortunately for me, I learned to read his mind and could distract the laser beam of his gimlet eye. I was a good listener, which, he frequently argued, is all a man wants from a woman.”