Father’s Day History
Father’s Day, 3rd Sunday in June. The idea for creating a day for children to honor their fathers began in Spokane, Washington. A woman by the name of Sonora Smart Dodd thought of the idea for Father’s Day while listening to a Mother’s Day sermon in 1909. Having been raised by her father, Henry Jackson Smart, after her mother died, Sonora wanted her father to know how special he was to her. It was her father that made all the parental sacrifices and was, in the eyes of his daughter, a courageous, selfless, and loving man. Sonora’s father was born in June, so she chose to hold the first Father’s Day celebration in Spokane, Washington on the 19th of June, 1910.
In 1924 President Calvin Coolidge proclaimed the third Sunday in June as Father’s Day. Roses are the Father’s Day flowers: red to be worn for a living father and white if the father has died.
This page is dedicated to Sonya’s Father, Jess and David’s father, Glennis (January 16, 1923 – July 26, 1973).
Our dad, father of six, grew up on a small farm in southwest Georgia. When he was just a boy, he would plow the fields using Frank, the mule. Through the years, our dad always wanted to go back to the farm. Recently he has had the pleasure of doing just that! Poor Frank, the mule is not around any longer, but Dad has Big Red. Some of the photos you will see are of Dad’s latest crop of corn!
The series of photos displayed here are of our father. We begin with Frank, the mule and continue through his life ranging from giving away one of his daughters at her wedding and eventually leading back to the farm. The picture below is of my husband’s father, Glennis. These photos are in honor of our fathers, Jess and Glennis.
When God Created Fathers
When the good Lord was creating fathers, He started with a tall frame. And a female angel nearby said, “What kind of father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put fathers up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without a lot of stooping.”
And God smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?”
And when God made a father’s hands, they were large and sinewy.
And the angel shook her head sadly and said, “Do You know what You’re doing? Large hands are clumsy. They can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails or even remove splinters caused by baseball bats.”
God smiled and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets at the end of a day’yet small enough to cup a child’s face.”
Then God molded long, slim legs and broad shoulders.
The angel nearly had a heart attack. “Boy, this is the end of the week, all right,” she clucked. “Do You realize You just made a father without a lap? How is he going to pull a child close to him without the kid falling between his legs?”
God smiled and said, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a bicycle or hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.”
God was in the middle of creating two of the largest feet anyone had ever seen when the angel could contain herself no longer. “That’s not fair. Do You honestly think those large boats are going to dig out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries? Or walk through a small birthday party without crushing at least three of the guests?”
And God smiled and said, “They’ll work. You’ll see. They’ll support a small child who wants to “ride a horse to Banbury Cross” or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.”
God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an afterthought, He added tears. Then He turned to the angel and said, “Now are you satisfied that he can love as much as a mother?”
And the angel shutteth up!
By Erma Bombeck
Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home, why, the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But, she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy’s Day. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And, that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But, the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all about a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet, children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called a student from the class to introduce their daddy as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching for a man who wasn’t there. “Where’s her daddy?” she heard a boy call out “She probably doesn’t have one,” another student dared to shout. And, from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say “Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.”
The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends, and looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak, and out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
“My Daddy couldn’t be here, because he lives so far away, but I know he wishes he could be with me on this day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know, all about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike, he surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone, and though you cannot see him, I’m not standing all alone. ‘Cause my daddy’s always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me, he’ll forever be here in my heart”.
With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest, feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. From somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears, proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. She stood up for the love of a man not in her life, doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
When she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud, “I love my daddy very much, he’s my shining star, if he could he’d be here, but heaven’s just too far. Sometimes when I close my eyes, it’s like he never went away.”
Then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. To her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise, a room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside? Perhaps for a second, they saw him at her side.
“I know you’re with me Daddy,” to the silence she called out.
What happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. No one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose, a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star. And, given the gift of believing that heaven is never too FAR.
By Cheryl Costello-Forshey 2000