What’s the tallest tale your dad ever told?

My late Father (Pasquale) was a very short Italian man and he and all my uncles were big story tellers. But the one that stands out the most was the one where He alone taught Joe Lewis how to box and then fought him and won. My Father not only had the entire town believing that but he told it so much I believe he also began believing it especially after a few cold ones with the rest of the minors. I really miss him a lot!

Nobody is going to believe this, but I swear it’s true. When I was around 5, my father convinced me that if suntan lotion was put anywhere around my bellybutton, it would untie it, with dire consequences. He was a joker, but I was young and gullible, and my mother just about killed him when I refused to use any suntan lotion for the entire Summer! 

I was raised by my Grandparents.  I will never forget Papa telling me about a magic pen ( I was 6,1971) that wrote any color I wanted it to.  I was so excited as I inspected the pen.  It looked like a regular pen.  After I gave the pen back he asked me what color I wanted the pen to write, I told him RED.  Then had me close my eyes and to put my hand on the pen as he was writing.  I opened my eyes and saw Red.  But it was written in black ink. Oh, I was so upset, I ran to my room crying that Papa played a trick on me. That was the first time he had joked with me like that and the last. lol. The next day when I came home from school on my pillow was a pen that had four colors to choose from. :heart: May he rest in peace, he passed away on a Thanksgiving morning. And 10 years later my Granddaughter was born on Thanksgiving afternoon.  
Doreen Berry

  Daddy was a big storyteller.  Here’s several that I remember:

  He used to shoot marbles with Marco Polo.

Marco Polo taught him how to make “Russian” toast ( French toast with whiskey…only made that when Mom was in the hospital or visiting relatives!)

Ivory soap was made from elephant tusks.  Quite a few years that one of my sisters believed that one!

We moved from the city to a farm when I was in grade school. I refused to drink the fresh milk from our cow so my daddy made sure I had my own carton of milk from the store. After months of enjoying my grocery store milk it was revealed to me that the carton I was pouring my milk from was old and being refilled with fresh milk from our cow! I was not a happy camper. LOL

Both my dad and mom were tellers of tale tells. In fact they told so many that I think they actually started to believe their tales. The BIGGEST one; I did not need braces because I had an extra set of permanent teeth and braces would ruin them! Guess he was right because I got braces when I went away to college and that “extra set of teeth” were no where to be found. :smileylol:

I have never liked my first name. I actually would cry if anyone other than my grandmother called me by that name (I was named after her). My dad tried to convince me that my name was the name of a queen and therefore I should be proud of it. Didn’t work! 

My dad had to go into the hospital for some tests.(Not sure why)  He  told my mom after that  they had told him he was sterile. He wanted more children and she wasn’t too keen on the idea. Not long after that I got a baby sister. She wasn’t too happy at first but then got over it quickly. My mom and my Aunt were both pregnant at the same time. I was 10 years old and couldn’t figure out why they were talking about making their husbands sleep on the couch so no more children would be arriving. LOL

I was going to get a Racoon Hat 🙂

Dad went hunting but he never hunted racoons pheasants and rabbits:)

He did say he shot a racoon and try to hide in his coat pocket of his hunting coat:)

The Game ranger had stopped him and ask him for his hunting license and then took a look inside his coat:)

The ranger spotted the coon among with with rabbits and pheasants:)

My dad thought he was going to get fine for shooting a coon out of season:)

The ranger told my dad he was lucky it was the fir day of coon season:)

Dad came home without the coon and said he gave it to a friend for one coon was not big enough to share among six people:)

I never did get a coon hat and that’s the end of his tail:)

Good luck everybody:)

xo

Linda

That he was Superman!

That I was his Princess (when in fact, I was the Queen..). 

I was and always will be a “Daddy’s Girl”.  Dad and I had a special bond that neither of us had to work at.  It was just natural, strong and from the heart. I was the one who got to sit beside Daddy at the dining table, sit in “his” recliner with him. I would go with him to “run his dogs” (he would listen to his Beagles chase rabbits on wonderfully cool fall nights). Where you saw my Father, you were apt to see me.

My Father never spanked me in my life. (My sweet Mother took up the slack, in an effort to direct my path properly, as she knew Dad would let me off the hook. She was a dear too!)  He could just give me the “look” and say “I’m disappointed in you.”  That was punishment enough.  I would much rather have endured a “whipping’ rather than disappoint Dad.  You see, I was sure he either hung the moon and stars himself, or was handing them to God as they were placed in the heavens.  Yeah, Dad was a great man!

My sisters and I developed wonderful friendships in life. They still enjoy taunting me by saying “you were Daddy’s Pet”.  My nephews and nieces say “You were Paw’s pick, we all knew it”, and it eases the pain of having lost him through death.

When I was six my Dad told me that our blood was really blue in color and that when the air hits it, it turns red. I remember looking at the top of my hands and seeing blue veins so of course it had to be true! Daddy wouldn’t be fibbing to me! So, the next day when I went to school I couldn’t wait to tell my teacher the new found knowledge I learned from my Dad. I can still recall her laughter all these years later. I miss you Daddy!!!

When my sister and I were young 6-7, my father decided to make a better life for us in the United States.  He came here on a visa and sent for us and my mom.  We didn’t want to leave all our family in Central America so he told us that moving to the U.S. would be a better life. 

He said that all we had to do was press a switch and anything that we wanted would become ours by the power of the switch! With great excitement, we quickly packed our bags and joined him! 

I’m still looking for that switch!! 

However, our lives are much better here in the good old USA!!:smileyvery-happy::heart:

Growing up, whenever I or any of my siblings asked my dad how old he was, he would always reply “I am 92”.  This was his standard answer about his age for most of my childhood.  Now I hope I get to keep him around until he is at least 92.  :womanhappy:

My brother was minding his classroom’s white mouse for the weekend. Well, you guessed it, the creature got out of his cage. Dad was watching TV.. He threw a football from his recliner and killed it. My brother walks in and said he had to feed the school pet. Dad was horrified as he did not know that “Buddy” was a beloved school pet. Dad raced to the local pet store just as it was closing. The store manager must have taken pity on my father because Dad walked in just as my brother was crying that “Buddy” was missing. Dad walks over to the farthest window and “finds” the mouse. He said that he saw him out of the corner of his eye. Boy, was he lucky!!!!

1582 is the score anew. Please pull my name and I’ll live you??????

1300 just now. Its thunder and lightning. You and me vplease pick me