Jennifer has written an open letter to her Dad for Father's Day, listing 10 happy memories of her Dad. I thought it was such a lovely idea that I felt inspired to do the same.
My dad died in 1983 at the age of 73, but I probably think about him every day. Here are some of my memories:
Going out with him on his bread round in the three wheeler van
Riding pillion on his motorcycle, and him taking me round the roads near Sandbach to see the subsidence from the salt mines (I was terrified and thought we would fall into a hole in the road)
Walking down to Winterley Pool on a Sunday afternoon and him teaching me the names of the wild flowers
Building me a transistor radio out of a kit
Taking me to Dr Manning's house where he worked in the garden and showing me the bee hives
Buying me my first car on the understanding that I would pay him back when I started earning, but writing off the debt when only partly paid
Going camping and making a portable toilet out of a big plastic container
Walking me down the aisle even though his health was so bad it was a real struggle for him
Never complaining when ill health took its toll in later life
And the most important - taking me at weekends to the teacher training college where he worked as a lab assistant, setting up little experiments for me and so influencing me to take up science (he was so proud when I qualified as a pharmacist)
Dad had a great interest in early radio and television, and just before he died was teaching himself programming on one of the first home computers. He didn't live to see the internet. Here you are Dad, broadcast to the whole world.