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Can I Come? Can I Huh?

April 5, 2020 By Sandra 19 Comments

Every time I’d see my Dad make his way to the back door I’d scramble after him trying to pull my little gumboots on as fast as I could while pleading “Can I come? Can I come? Can I huh? Can I huh? Dad?” Most times it ended with me sitting on the porch door step wailing like I’d been stung by a bull ant while he drove off down the lane without me. 

Of course he’d take me when he could but depending on the task at hand having a little ‘mini me’ perched on the motor bike seat in front of him asking a thousand questions, or singing at the top of her lungs, just wasn’t safe.  On these days he’d usually return with a feather for me he’d found in the paddocks, or maybe even a discarded starling’s egg. Anything to soften the blow of being left behind.

Being outside with my Dad on the tractor bringing the cows home for milking, or on the motorbike checking the watering, was my favourite place to be of all time.  He used to tell the story of me driving the ute for him (when I wouldn’t have been more than 3 years old) while he fed out hay from the tray.  He’d pop the vehicle in first gear and it would chug along at snail pace while I stood on the seat peering through the steering wheel (I couldn’t see over it) or with my head out the window trying my best to avoid any big bumps or tussock clumps in the way. 

Occasionally he’d say “You’re getting a bit close to that channel Sandra!” I’d let go of the steering wheel, run across the seat to look out the passenger window and run back to the steering wheel to adjust our course and yell out “Okay Dad!”

It was his favourite story to tell of me from when I was very young.  I loved how his face lit up every time he told it and thank fully, I have fragmented memories of this story too.

He taught me how to play the harmonica and the guitar.  He was self-taught, with some minimal instruction from his older brother, and couldn’t read a word of music playing everything by ear. 

There was this fascinating instrument he had called a guitar/mandolin/banjo that had the strings and the shape a bit like a harp with an acoustic sound hole in the middle.  He would sit it flat on the kitchen table to play and I’d be enthralled by the sound and by the melodies he’d strum.  He’d hardly ever refuse if I asked him to play me a song.

One day, while we were heading off to bring the cows home for milking on the tractor, I lamented that I wish I could sing as good as he could… and as good as Mum could. I must have been about 5 years old. He looked at me and said “Of course you can sing!  Anyone can sing!” To which I replied that I did like singing but didn’t think I sounded any good.

With that he broke into a rendition of this Carpenter’s song:

Sing, sing a song

Sing out loud

Sing out strong

Sing of good things not bad

Sing of happy not sad

Sing, sing a song

Make it simple to last

Your whole life long

Don’t worry that it’s not

Good enough for anyone

Else to hear

Just sing, sing a song

Then he taught me how to sing it. I remember the sun was bright and Buttons the red kelpy cross dog with white socks was running ahead of the tractor as we belted out that song together drowning out the hum of the old Fergie tractor. And I’ll never forget feeling so safe and snug and accepted for just being me, bad notes and all, as I was that day sitting on my Dad’s knee with both our hands on the steering wheel singing at the top of our lungs and smiling without a care or worry in the world.

Thank you Dad!

Last Thursday, the 2nd of April, would have been my Dad’s 88th Birthday.  This November he’ll have been gone 25 years. He was only 63 years old when he died.  Because of the Corona Virus and the resulting restrictions on non-essential travel I couldn’t drive my 85-year-old Mother to the cemetery so she could lay flowers for him.  It was a horrible rainy day anyway and I know he wouldn’t have wanted either of us out in that weather or putting our health at risk. So instead we spoke of him and wished him a happy birthday from afar.  Later I went looking through some old photos.  I didn’t know the below photo existed until a few years ago.  It’s one of my most favourite.  I don’t have my trusty gumboots on in this pic but you can guarantee that once Mum and I pulled in the drive from wherever we had been in our good clothes and I spotted him on the motorbike I would have been pleading “Can I come? Can I huh? Can I huh? Dad?”

Happy Birthday Dad!  I’m so pleased you still come and sing to me in my daydreams.

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  1. Edie says

    April 5, 2020 at 5:46 pm

    So beautiful. Such lovely memories Sandra. This story made me feel like I was wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of cocoa xxx

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    • Sandra says

      April 5, 2020 at 11:52 pm

      Oh Edie, you say the nicest things. Thank you lovely one. I really do have the most heart warming memories of time spent with my Dad.

      Thank you so much for stopping by. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  2. Tina says

    April 5, 2020 at 7:39 pm

    Such lovely memories Sarah and wonderful recounting.
    What luck to have such a dad!

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    • Sandra says

      April 5, 2020 at 11:54 pm

      I certainly was extremely fortunate Tina. I’m well aware that not all people have the fond memories of their childhood like I am blessed to have.

      Thank you so much for stopping by. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  3. Kris Lance says

    April 6, 2020 at 4:52 pm

    How beautiful, I was singing the song as I was reading it which made me smile.
    Memories are so precious and that one thing no one can take away from us.
    x

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    • Sandra says

      May 9, 2020 at 2:29 pm

      Hi there Kris!

      I still think of my Dad every day. Most times I smile, sometimes I cry but all the time I’m so grateful to have such great memories of my lovely Dad!

      Thanks so much for stopping by Kris. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  4. Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroid says

    May 4, 2020 at 5:05 pm

    What wonderful memories – your stories warmed the cockles of my heart! And what a gorgeous pic of you and your Dad.

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    • Sandra says

      May 9, 2020 at 2:31 pm

      I just love this pic so much Sammie! I loved spending time with my Dad – even when I became a bigger girl. 😉

      Thanks so much for stopping by. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  5. Sandra Kelly says

    June 22, 2020 at 9:45 am

    Hello all!

    Just a quick note to link back to Denyse Whelan Blogs at https://www.denysewhelan.com.au/denyse-blogs/share-your-snaps-5-25-51-lifethisweek-50-2020/

    Denyse has a weekly link up where you can find some great blogs to read.

    Happy reading. Xx

    Reply
  6. Deborah says

    June 22, 2020 at 11:21 am

    What beautiful memories you have of your father Sandra. I love that those who are gone stay with us in our memories.

    Reply
    • Sandra Kelly says

      June 22, 2020 at 12:13 pm

      I’m very fortunate to have lovely memories of my Dad and my childhood. He’s often with me… I just know it.

      Thanks for stopping by Deborah. 🙂 Cx

      Reply
  7. Leanne | www.crestingthehill.com.au says

    June 22, 2020 at 12:23 pm

    How lovely to have such wonderful memories of your father. My dad was nothing like this and I’ve always envied people who had such a great role model for a father. Yours may have left you at a much younger age than was fair, but he left such a great legacy behind – and the memories that you can share with your family are special (and not something we all have the joy of experiencing). I hope the sun is shining next year when it’s time to visit the cemetary. xx

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    • Sandra says

      July 12, 2020 at 3:17 pm

      Thank you for your lovely comments Leanne. I’m very aware and saddened that not all people have such lovely childhood memories. I hope there was someone in your life at some stage that helped fill this void even just a little for you.

      All my love and biggest hugs. Thanks so much for stopping by. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  8. Sanch @ Sanch Writes says

    June 22, 2020 at 5:27 pm

    This is such a lovely and nostalgic post, Sandra. Speaks volumes about your relationship with your dad. The Carpenters song brought back memories for me too – my parents loved playing the Carpenters when I was younger

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    • Sandra says

      July 12, 2020 at 3:13 pm

      Isn’t wonderful how music cant transport us back in time. What’s even more wonderful is feeling the feelings of that time. Those special moments.

      Thanks so much for stopping by! Xx 🙂

      Reply
  9. Joanne Tracey says

    June 23, 2020 at 9:32 am

    What a lovely way of honouring your Dad. I can hear that song in my head… #lifethisweek

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    • Sandra says

      July 12, 2020 at 3:18 pm

      Thanks so much for stopping by Joanne! I often have songs pop in my head that he used to sing around the house. I think that’s his sign that’s he’s about. 🙂 Xx

      Reply
  10. Denyse says

    June 24, 2020 at 7:15 pm

    I sang that song…as I read. Oh gosh, what a beautiful post Sandra. Like some I didn’t/don’t have a loving and wondrous relationship with either of my parents.
    I have respect and gratitude for all they did to ensure I had a great life growing up and supported too as a mum later.
    But these days, I see Dad (96) about once a month and he is far more kind in words than he ever was. I suspect, he was brought up in a tough way…lost his dad when he was 11. so I don’t judge too harshly…
    Thank you for linking up for #lifethisweek and I look forward to seeing you again next Monday when the optional prompt is 26/51 Best Time Of Day. 29.6.2020 Take care, Denyse.

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    • Sandra says

      July 12, 2020 at 3:22 pm

      You are a very caring and compassionate person Denyse and I’m pleased that you do what sits right with you where your dad is concerned. It couldn’t/can’t be easy at times. I feel so fortunate to have a childhood that songs can transport me back to and make me smile.

      Thanks so much for stopping by my friend, 🙂 Xx

      Reply

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