Wednesday, February 18, 2004
I posted on my other blog, Posted this, of any of you care about me, then this is a perspective on me you might care to read.
Richard Allen Hase
In sitting here, I am listening to a Cd I discovered hidden away in one of my notebooks. I made this CD in one of my first trips to KC after dad passed, it was also Billys B-day, and the weekend I got my car. It has songs like November Rain, Kiss the Rain, Closing Time, Stairway, winds of Change and Go rest high. When I heard those first chords my mind flashed to the night I made this CD, and to the place I was in my life. It was like someone knocked me back twenty feet and said " NOW I SHOW YOU WHAT YOU REFUSED TO SEE!!!!" It was like the taste of Salty Tears, It was the feeling of empty cold that filled my as I sat t applebees after my fathers Funeral and tried to get back to the person I was. Yet, I could not remember that person then, and I fear I have forgotten him now. I was changed in an instant, forever when I lost my dad. When I think about it, I cringe at the person I became when I was forced to grow up so fast.
Richard Allen Hase was a carpenter, a practical Joke artist, the Best {fill in activity here} in Plum City, WI, he was a Husband, a friend to many, a brother to 9, a son, and most importantly He was my Father. Growing up I remember little about my dad except a few things. I remember his hands, strong, usually red and sore from the work they ALWAYS seemed to be doing. I remember those hands wrapped about my own as I steadied the blade of the chop saw against the piece of solid oak he would somehow turn in to a bed, or a desk, or a lap, or a duck. I remember those hands holding the steering wheel steady as made my first turn on my Grandpa Joes Tractor. I remember those hands as he lay still in his coffin. I remember turning to Bill and saying "Those are NOT my dads hands" They looked so small, so weak, even in comparison to mine. My dad had a way of looking at things and finding the impossible and making it possible. I once went to him with a project I was working on for 4-H. Now, I wanted a desk, that would fit in my room, store a few things, and be an available working space. Now, the desk that my Dad drew instantly in his head differed ENTIRELY from mine, but the desk he helped me build and I received grand champion on was somehow, EXACTLY what I wanted. That's the person he was though, he could turn any idea anyone had and make it not only better, but TOTALLY unique. He could have some one tell them what they wanted, and then sell them an entirely different idea. He was the ultimate salesman, and the ultimate genius when it came to designs. I have that, I can sit and put words into 3-d, I can tell people what they want is silly, and show them what they want instead. My dad gave me that, he taught me how to be exactly what people wanted to see. A business man in business, a comedian where fun was needed, and a hard ass when I need to be a hard ass.
My dad was a hard man to live with, he was the most short tempered man I have ever known, he did not know how to relate to us boys another way. When we were in the shop, we were not sons, we were employees, when mom was in the office, she stopped being the wife, and became the secretary, the words Please, thankyou, and take your time were not in My dads Vocabulary. It was DO IT NOW, DO IT MY WAY, B/C I AM THE BOSS AND I SAID SO. There was no asking my dad a question, if you received instructions, YOU FOLLOWED THEM! Its just the way it was, people say, well, I am sure he was like that with everybody, not just you and your brothers. WRONG!
I cite Billy for example, he was one of Dads many woodworking students, when a STUDENT askes a question, they get an answer, now I was a student in the same class, NOPE I got a dirty look if I asked a question, I should know better. Well, Since I was supposed to know, you'd think dad would let me answer one of Bills Questions. OH HELL NO, I would get punished for a week if I tried to show that I was smart, dad always had a self defeatists attitude. It someone tried to show they were smart, it was always taken as "They are trying to say they are smarter than me", That was never the case, it was just paranoia.
However, I don't want you all to think that my dad was some sort of sadistic Bastard. My dad was a riot, he was the funniest guy I knew. He could crack a joke and have a Funeral Laughing. In fact, at his funeral, right as I was supposed to stand and sing, the sub woofers in the church Popped, LOUD! Now, I had never heard them do that before, and I have never heard it since, but when it happened, Scott leaned over and whispered "Sounds Like someone is already tired of the talking and wants you to sing so we can go eat." I swear, had it not been Scott staring me in the face, It would have been dad. He could not sit still, he was like a little kid. Always trying to get us boys to laugh at church, funerals, weddings, just so he could get away with making a little noise. He was a goof ball.
We went to Virginia one year, and My brother Chris is very anal about his hats (worse than me) well, dad had gotten a hold of a beach ball and put Chris KU hat on it, and drug it in to the pool to float free. (Did I mention he was even worse on camera, mom was filming this all) well, when my skinny, WHITE brother came up to get his hat out of the pool, Dad started taking the golf balls out of the bottom of the pool (water makes a good pitch and putt) and chucking them at Chris while he ran and hid like a little girl and Dad and I sat in the pool and died laughing as Chris's precious hat sank to the bottom. The next day to put the icing on the cake, when Chris came down to put on his DRY Sherwin-Williams racing hat, Dad was sitting at the Kitchen table EATING cereal out of the Hat. (Plastic lines so it held Milk) Chris and dad were just like that.
Chris and I still talk about the Dry Golf course incident: 18 Hole course, a bunch of dads drinking buddies, Me, Chris, and NO SPRINKLE SYSTEM. Well, hole 17, Dad was in the group in front of ours, (Chris, Me, Roger Mott, and Wild Bill) Well, the three of us (not Chris) had seen what dad had done, so when we got to the green we picked up our balls, and called it a gimmie. Well, Chris putted out, and reached in for his Ball, up ahead, Dad was laying on the ground ROLLING with Laughter. Chris shook off the moisture from his hand, looked at Roger, and said" Funny, I didn't think the had sprinklers here." Roger looked at him straight as he could muster: "They don't have sprinklers, Why?" "Well the cup was full of water" With that dad yelled back, HEY CHRIS, BETTER WAS YOU HANDS WHEN WE ARE DONE" The man was so childish, HE PEED IN THE CUP! Riot, SHEER RIOT! We laughed at Chris all the way home.
Okay, on more than I will let you guys read this, and tell me what else you need to know, You know, I somehow feel so much better now than I did when I sat down.
Dad and Chris worked side by side in the shop daily, well, Chris's girlfriend at the time (Jessi, the one he is currently engaged to) was very conservative, and a little shy, but she found my dad HILARIOUS!
Well, one day, dad came to the shop and had a doll head, a cabbage patch doll head, and he took it, taped it to the top of a Dowel Rod, and stained and lacquered it and hung it in Chris's Finish room. Chris asked him to explain, and he wouldn't. He just winked at Jessi, smiled at Chris, Put his cigar between his teeth and laughed that little kid laugh he did when he was up to something.
Well, after a few months of Chris asking Daily, WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID THING YOU MADE!
Dad finally revealed the punch line ( however lame, the look on Jessis face made it all worth while)
Well, son, this way you can always look forward to coming to work, because you can get a little head when ever want it.
Jessi turned three shades of red, and Chris turned 6, dad just laughed like it had the been the funniest thing he had thought of EVERYDAY for 6 months.
Dad was a riot.
Well, these are just a Few stories to try and tell you all who my dad was. The painful stuff is there, but I just don't have the heart to tell it all tonight. Hope that's okay.
Lynn
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Richard Allen Hase
In sitting here, I am listening to a Cd I discovered hidden away in one of my notebooks. I made this CD in one of my first trips to KC after dad passed, it was also Billys B-day, and the weekend I got my car. It has songs like November Rain, Kiss the Rain, Closing Time, Stairway, winds of Change and Go rest high. When I heard those first chords my mind flashed to the night I made this CD, and to the place I was in my life. It was like someone knocked me back twenty feet and said " NOW I SHOW YOU WHAT YOU REFUSED TO SEE!!!!" It was like the taste of Salty Tears, It was the feeling of empty cold that filled my as I sat t applebees after my fathers Funeral and tried to get back to the person I was. Yet, I could not remember that person then, and I fear I have forgotten him now. I was changed in an instant, forever when I lost my dad. When I think about it, I cringe at the person I became when I was forced to grow up so fast.
Richard Allen Hase was a carpenter, a practical Joke artist, the Best {fill in activity here} in Plum City, WI, he was a Husband, a friend to many, a brother to 9, a son, and most importantly He was my Father. Growing up I remember little about my dad except a few things. I remember his hands, strong, usually red and sore from the work they ALWAYS seemed to be doing. I remember those hands wrapped about my own as I steadied the blade of the chop saw against the piece of solid oak he would somehow turn in to a bed, or a desk, or a lap, or a duck. I remember those hands holding the steering wheel steady as made my first turn on my Grandpa Joes Tractor. I remember those hands as he lay still in his coffin. I remember turning to Bill and saying "Those are NOT my dads hands" They looked so small, so weak, even in comparison to mine. My dad had a way of looking at things and finding the impossible and making it possible. I once went to him with a project I was working on for 4-H. Now, I wanted a desk, that would fit in my room, store a few things, and be an available working space. Now, the desk that my Dad drew instantly in his head differed ENTIRELY from mine, but the desk he helped me build and I received grand champion on was somehow, EXACTLY what I wanted. That's the person he was though, he could turn any idea anyone had and make it not only better, but TOTALLY unique. He could have some one tell them what they wanted, and then sell them an entirely different idea. He was the ultimate salesman, and the ultimate genius when it came to designs. I have that, I can sit and put words into 3-d, I can tell people what they want is silly, and show them what they want instead. My dad gave me that, he taught me how to be exactly what people wanted to see. A business man in business, a comedian where fun was needed, and a hard ass when I need to be a hard ass.
My dad was a hard man to live with, he was the most short tempered man I have ever known, he did not know how to relate to us boys another way. When we were in the shop, we were not sons, we were employees, when mom was in the office, she stopped being the wife, and became the secretary, the words Please, thankyou, and take your time were not in My dads Vocabulary. It was DO IT NOW, DO IT MY WAY, B/C I AM THE BOSS AND I SAID SO. There was no asking my dad a question, if you received instructions, YOU FOLLOWED THEM! Its just the way it was, people say, well, I am sure he was like that with everybody, not just you and your brothers. WRONG!
I cite Billy for example, he was one of Dads many woodworking students, when a STUDENT askes a question, they get an answer, now I was a student in the same class, NOPE I got a dirty look if I asked a question, I should know better. Well, Since I was supposed to know, you'd think dad would let me answer one of Bills Questions. OH HELL NO, I would get punished for a week if I tried to show that I was smart, dad always had a self defeatists attitude. It someone tried to show they were smart, it was always taken as "They are trying to say they are smarter than me", That was never the case, it was just paranoia.
However, I don't want you all to think that my dad was some sort of sadistic Bastard. My dad was a riot, he was the funniest guy I knew. He could crack a joke and have a Funeral Laughing. In fact, at his funeral, right as I was supposed to stand and sing, the sub woofers in the church Popped, LOUD! Now, I had never heard them do that before, and I have never heard it since, but when it happened, Scott leaned over and whispered "Sounds Like someone is already tired of the talking and wants you to sing so we can go eat." I swear, had it not been Scott staring me in the face, It would have been dad. He could not sit still, he was like a little kid. Always trying to get us boys to laugh at church, funerals, weddings, just so he could get away with making a little noise. He was a goof ball.
We went to Virginia one year, and My brother Chris is very anal about his hats (worse than me) well, dad had gotten a hold of a beach ball and put Chris KU hat on it, and drug it in to the pool to float free. (Did I mention he was even worse on camera, mom was filming this all) well, when my skinny, WHITE brother came up to get his hat out of the pool, Dad started taking the golf balls out of the bottom of the pool (water makes a good pitch and putt) and chucking them at Chris while he ran and hid like a little girl and Dad and I sat in the pool and died laughing as Chris's precious hat sank to the bottom. The next day to put the icing on the cake, when Chris came down to put on his DRY Sherwin-Williams racing hat, Dad was sitting at the Kitchen table EATING cereal out of the Hat. (Plastic lines so it held Milk) Chris and dad were just like that.
Chris and I still talk about the Dry Golf course incident: 18 Hole course, a bunch of dads drinking buddies, Me, Chris, and NO SPRINKLE SYSTEM. Well, hole 17, Dad was in the group in front of ours, (Chris, Me, Roger Mott, and Wild Bill) Well, the three of us (not Chris) had seen what dad had done, so when we got to the green we picked up our balls, and called it a gimmie. Well, Chris putted out, and reached in for his Ball, up ahead, Dad was laying on the ground ROLLING with Laughter. Chris shook off the moisture from his hand, looked at Roger, and said" Funny, I didn't think the had sprinklers here." Roger looked at him straight as he could muster: "They don't have sprinklers, Why?" "Well the cup was full of water" With that dad yelled back, HEY CHRIS, BETTER WAS YOU HANDS WHEN WE ARE DONE" The man was so childish, HE PEED IN THE CUP! Riot, SHEER RIOT! We laughed at Chris all the way home.
Okay, on more than I will let you guys read this, and tell me what else you need to know, You know, I somehow feel so much better now than I did when I sat down.
Dad and Chris worked side by side in the shop daily, well, Chris's girlfriend at the time (Jessi, the one he is currently engaged to) was very conservative, and a little shy, but she found my dad HILARIOUS!
Well, one day, dad came to the shop and had a doll head, a cabbage patch doll head, and he took it, taped it to the top of a Dowel Rod, and stained and lacquered it and hung it in Chris's Finish room. Chris asked him to explain, and he wouldn't. He just winked at Jessi, smiled at Chris, Put his cigar between his teeth and laughed that little kid laugh he did when he was up to something.
Well, after a few months of Chris asking Daily, WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID THING YOU MADE!
Dad finally revealed the punch line ( however lame, the look on Jessis face made it all worth while)
Well, son, this way you can always look forward to coming to work, because you can get a little head when ever want it.
Jessi turned three shades of red, and Chris turned 6, dad just laughed like it had the been the funniest thing he had thought of EVERYDAY for 6 months.
Dad was a riot.
Well, these are just a Few stories to try and tell you all who my dad was. The painful stuff is there, but I just don't have the heart to tell it all tonight. Hope that's okay.
Lynn
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Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Okay, On the new quiz I made there is a question about what movie caused Kristian to laugh, it was actually KRISTINA! that laughed, we never all went and saw a movie with Kristian!
Sorry for the typo, how weird that I still got a name of someone I knew once.
WEIRD!
Lynn
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Sorry for the typo, how weird that I still got a name of someone I knew once.
WEIRD!
Lynn
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Sunday, February 15, 2004
You know, there was a day, when I would post, and then check bck almost obsessivley to hear what you all thought by way of you rcomments, now, very few comments are being made. WHERE IS THE LOVE!
"A Blog Feeds on its Comments"
-Thomas Jefferson. ( Not the president, just some guy from Arizona!)
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"A Blog Feeds on its Comments"
-Thomas Jefferson. ( Not the president, just some guy from Arizona!)
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My donkey, shes No athlete, but I think shes got moxy!
And shes so darned cute too.
Love you donkster!
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And shes so darned cute too.
Love you donkster!
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