This Father's day, I have been thinking of my father, Anna. Not that I haven't been thinking of him and my mother on and off. I have and I do.
Today, what I remember about my father is that he taught me what a tuning fork was by the time I was 7 years old.
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So why would a father teach his children about a tool used to check hearing loss or tune musical instruments? It wasn't the use of the tool but what the tool did, how it moved, that he told us about. To much giggles and rolling of eyes.
Whenever we pushed him to do something or took advantage of his fun-loving nature, Anna would tell us, in a mock severe voice, "You are taking undue advantage of your father!".
He would then pause, and go on to say,"We could never take advantage of our father like this. When ever we were summoned to stand in front of him, we shivered like tuning forks!" Their bones and insides trembling & shivering at a high frequency, while they looked calm on the outside.
We heard this so many times that the term "shivering like a tuning fork" meant the same as "shaking in your boots". Of the two, "shivering like a tuning fork" is the phrase I like.
It's personal. It's real. It's a part of my childhood. A part of me.
So it shouldn't seem strange that on this Father's Day, when I remember my father, I remember one of the many strange things he taught me. And "shivering like a tuning fork" is one of the strangest.
Here's to all the strange, fun loving father's out there.
Have a great father's day!