Today is Song Lyric Sunday again and the prompt from Helen is: seconds/minutes/hours. Today also happens to be Father’s Day so here is a little ditty that makes me think of my dad, not so much because of the words but because of the times.
Dean Martin – Every Minute Every Hour
My love grows in every way,
Every minute every hour
That’s the way it goes everyday.
Every minute one more thrill,
Every hour it grows stronger
And it always will.
For I know what’s in store,
I can be sure that tomorrow
Will be sweeter than before.
Just to keep the old ways new,
Every minute every hour
I’ll spend loving you.
I’ll spend loving you
My dad was the original selfie taker. I really wish we had been smart enough to know that selfies were going to be a “thing” and patent or copywrite the word. He’d get a kick out of that for sure. Every roll of film we had developed had a selfie of him. Not many pictures of my mom or us kids. Mostly him and flowers.
He did love my mom though. We were all sure of that. You could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. He would usually go along with whatever she said, although she always told us girls HE was the “master of the house.”
There were four of us girls and I know he loved us all equally but I always said I was the favorite because I was born three days before his birthday and got to come home from the hospital on his birthday. I said I was his birthday present.
His other love was flowers. He was a florist all of his life and we had such pretty plants around our house. His pride plant was a poinsettia that was in a corner of our front yard.
One of his talents was barbecuing. He built a huge barbecue pit in our backyard and a long table with benches and would have the neighbors over every summer for a big shindig.
He was a joker too. On one of their bus trips to Reno he talked the bus driver into letting him sit behind the wheel. He always wore a cowboy hat and that would be a fun (?) shopping trip to go and get him a new hat.
His real name was Italo John Stagnaro but everyone called him “Bash” for who knows what reason (there were a couple of different stories I heard growing up but I’m not sure which was the truth). He was fond of making little double meanings as on this shirt he wore on another bus trip. Obviously the B. S. stands for Bash Stagnaro to us kids but I’m pretty sure his friends on the trip had a different take on those initials.
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HI Janet
Loved this. Dads are so special to their daughters, especially if you’re the favorite.
Stagnaro is a familiar name here. There’s a Stagnaro’s Restaraunt and Whale Watching close by me in Santa Cruz
Any relation?
Laura
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Hi Laura, I’ve heard of them but unfortunately those Stagnaro’s are not related. I was surprised to find out how many Stagnaro’s there are around. We’ve been to Santa Cruz several times but we’ve never been there. I’ll have to put that on my list of things to do the next time we go. Thanks for the reminder and thanks for stopping by!
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I like your photos of your dad. It’s fun that you have them to share. The whole selfie ahead of its time thing is wonderful. I can’t help but laugh.
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He would be so happy to see that “selfies” are actually a thing now. My mom used to give him a bad time because there were no pictures of her but lots of him. LOL
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Aw, yeah, that’s super sweet! He looks like a fun guy!
Our youngest came the day before her daddy’s birthday, and you can bet we think that’s pretty special. She was a surprise for both of us, and just had to hurry on out! She might his favorite, too. Teasing or not, who can tell? š
I love that your dad was ahead of the selfie culture.
Great post! Thanks for sharing him with us.
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Thanks, Joey. The selfie thing didn’t occur to me until I was looking through some old photos and there were so many of him taking pics of himself. Even some “in the mirror” shots. LOL
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Janet I loved the story about you being your father’s birthday present.
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Thanks, Jim. It was one of the ways I tried to “get over” on my three sisters š
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Aww, what a great post – fits Father’s Day and the theme! Go, you! Looks like I’ve run into another daddy’s girl – nice to meet you! š
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Thanks Felicia. Definitely was a daddy’s girl. He was such fun to be with. I never remember him being in a bad mood.
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You dad sounds like he was a hoot! What lovely memories. I really hate to think he’s responsible for the hated selfies, though.
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Janis, it was really funny at the time because we never saw him take the pictures, they would just show up when we got the film developed. He would be so proud of himself!
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