My father was an avid LP or vinyl record collector and we counted approximately 3000 LP a few years ago when the entire collection was sold. He’d purchase them locally and abroad. His interests in music were so varied but he especially loved jazz and I don’t mean the Kenny G jazz or elevator music that is so prevalent nowadays. He loved the jazz music of the 1940s-70s and it was through my father that I had my earliest introduction to pop music such as Boney M and Abba. He’d take me to music stores in Sungai Wang Plaza and Ampang Park on Sundays and allow me to purchase my own LPs and till today, I own the soundtrack to Grease and Donny and Marie Osmond LPs. My father also loved to listen to classical music – Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart and the beautiful waltzes of Strauss.
Back then, a healthy diet was virtually unheard of and my father’s daily breakfast consisted of toast, eggs and bacon with the all important Worcestershire Sauce. He’d always have a pot of filtered coffee, the beans of which I’d help him grind at Cold Storage Supermarket at The Weld. He was an Anglophile through and through as he’d spent some of his teenage years to early 20s studying in England back in the 1950s. He encouraged and inculcated my love of reading as I had many books from him ranging from Ladybird books to practically every book written by Enid Blyton. He also acquired the entire series of Encyclopedia Britannica and Book Of Knowledge which I devoured everyday like a hungry wolf. I was very lucky to have had a father like him because he really encouraged me to learn without pressuring me to excel in school.
It was also thanks to my father that I developed my interest in philately at a very early age. He’d bring me stamps for my albums and send me postcards wherever he was travelling, be it Canada or Hong Kong. We didn’t celebrate Father’s Day in those days but I do think we celebrated Mother’s Day. My father was loving, kind, generous and I couldn’t have asked for a better father. I can still remember he’d hug me before I went off to sleep every night. He’d spend a lot of time relaxing on his special recliner till it was late, smoking his Dunhill cigarettes.
Fathers deserve the same kind of recognition as mothers even if they are unable to spend as much time with us as our mothers. As such and in conjunction with Father’s Day, I have 6 bottles of Hugo Boss men’s fragrances to give away and they are:-
- 2 bottles of Hugo Just Different 100ml
- 2 bottles of Hugo Red 75ml
- 2 bottles of Hugo Man 100ml
If you’d like to win a bottle, please leave a comment on your childhood memories of your father. Perhaps you shared a similar hobby or he taught you some craft or life lessons which you will treasure forever?
The terms and conditions of this giveaway are:-
1. Giveaway ends on Thursday 6th June 2013.
2. Prizes will only be sent to those with Malaysian addresses.
3. Any winner or winners who fail to respond to the request for their addresses within 48 hours will be disqualified and forfeit their right to the prize and an alternate winner or winners will be selected.
Updated 9th June 2013 – Thanks to everyone who participated. The 6 bottles will be sent to:-
1. Sue
2. Coral
3. Illy Ariffin
4. Alan
5. Jocy
6. Sarah Liyana
My most memorable childhood memory of my father was when I was in primary school and wanted to watch the Disney on Ice show in KL. We lived in Seremban which was an hour drive’s away. My father took the trouble to bring me by bus to KL, and we found our way to the Stadium just to catch the show. At the time he was a government servant and probably did not earn that much too, yet he was willing to spend that amount just to make me happy. Today when I think back to that day, it made me realise how much as parents we try to please our kids, and I certainly hope to do the same for my child!
My childhood memory with my father was at to jog at the Polo Ground in Ipoh. Back in those days, my father would drove me all the way to the place and jog. I never like running. He knew it so he asked me to go play at the playground with the kids. He is a good father that does not force me to do something I do not like. Now, I am going to graduate in few more days and I am really grateful that he let me study and do what I love.
When I was a kid I saw a kids tv show where they are making their own kite. I told my father I wanted to make one too. So we did. We finish gluing everything into places and just had to wait until it dried out. I got really impatience because we were waiting for what it feels like forever. So I pestered my dad to fly the kite even though he said it hasn’t finish drying yet. My dad said that if something were to happens to the kite I shall not cry and learn from my mistakes. I agreed. We flew the kite and as expected the kite went crashing down because everything has fallen apart. I was devastated but I didn’t show it. Later he said to me “Don’t rush anything , sometimes no matter how much you want things to happen, all you can do is wait”. The next day I saw a brand new kite on my bed my dad had bought me. Years later i found out that the kite that we made wouldn’t fly anyway because we used newspaper to build it! That’s why he allowed me to fly it! you sneaky dad! xD
Oh well atleast I learnt to be more patience. Tehee 🙂
First of all, thank you so much for sharing the love by having this Giveaway 🙂
Childhood memories with my father? Well, how do I start? I have so many great memories with my dad.. One of the most unforgettable one would be when my dad bring us back to kampong for raya celebration. It is loooong drive from kl to grik perak (my dad’s hometown) So to keep him awake he always have like a “game show” kind of activity with us in the car. He start asking pop quiz questions then each time we got it right we will have extra RM 1 for our “ang pow”. It was really fun since sometime he ask really funny2 questions and we will try out best to guess hahaa
Now that we grew up and drive our own car, I always end up giggling alone in the car when I remembered those moments. I hope I will be able to continue the traditions with my future children 🙂
Thanks once again and good luck everyone who is participating 🙂
When i was a child, we lived in the palm tree estate. My parents will go to the only groceries shop which is located far away with the four of us riding on the dangerous winding lane. When we reached there, surprisingly my parents never stop me from taking some tidbits(i always take two)and i will put them on the counter. Later on, i got to know that although we are poor, my father wanted us to know simple happiness and his love for us is.
To be honest to can’t remember any good memories with my dad but I wish to win this for my dad before it’s to late to cherish the moment.
To start the story, my childhood fills with questions. I learn my ABC all by myself coz I never went to kindergarten. I learn math quite late as I hardly go to Standard 1. Other students have a nice wrapped school books by their parents but mine I did it myself by staple it (coz I didn’t know they use tape to tape it) which end up ugly and I staple my own fingers during the process.
There’s alot of time where I wish he is not my dad.
When he retired, much worst, all he do is just sleep and used the saving account to invest when we don’t have any other resources to get money. However at that time my sister and me, we are still schooling. He even took out our saving account. The rage grew, when my mom walk around our area to look for job to get money. The rage grew deeper when I found out that my mom got an affair and when we told him, he blame it on me and said I’m much worst and told me to get out from the house.
It hurts but I was glad.
Let’s not get into details what happened.
Usually when sugarplum and me walking around at the mall or at restaurant eating, we’ll see how fun and loving other families are. With their grandparent teasing and playing around their grandchild. Such a loving relationship. I breaks my heart that my children won’t be having that kind of relationship.
Sugarplum and me always dream that our children have a good happy relationship with their “atuk” that is why for the sake of our children I would like to patch back with my dad. Because I don’t want my children to ask us “Why we don’t have atuk?” haih….
Hope this Father’s day change to a better relationship.
Cheers!
One of the interesting qualities that I shared with my father is our weird sense of humour, I mean we can share jokes and laugh hysterically about stuff that other people won’t even think remotely funny and to make it worst it always about other people talking style.
I remember back when I was a kid, I’m going through a phase of imitating dialogues on my favorite shows… My dad always encourage me to perform my skills in front of our relatives and of course, he obviously the only one who get the jokes, haha =D That’s why I guess I don’t have stage fright anymore like normal people do, wink2
My father 55th birthday is this coming Friday, 7th June and I hope I can make him happy with a little something like perfume, hehe =P Thank you Corrine for sharing your gift, Im wishing you more luck and more to give, heee~
My childhood memory of my father was his unwavering patience! I remember during my kindergarden days that he would never fail to bring me out on his big Suzuki motorbike at 4pm, 7 days a week! I would wear my mini helmet and sit on the big petrol tank of his bike and imagine myself riding a horse! Then we would go to the nearest playground where I would play with the other kids around that neighborhood. Play, play and play I did……………..for 2.5 hours! Sharp 6.30 pm, my father will call out my name from the side of the playground and I will usually pretend not to hear him and begin to climb to the highest part of the monkey cage and sit there hoping that my father will allow me to play longer! Usually I myself will start feeling bored as all the other kids leave for home but my father will patiently wait for me till I come down myself. Thinking back to those days, I now feel bad as sometimes I myself don’t have the same patience when my father ask me to do something nowadays. Therefore after writing this comment, I plan to treat my father with more patience just like he had for me when I was young and treat him to an awesome western dinner (his favorite!) this father’s day!
Hello,
My fondest childhood memory or should I say memories were travelling around the world with not only my father but my family. Our financial status were not stable in the early days and the house that we used to live in was a rental. Eventhough we were struggling financially but my dad always made sure he came back home from work early to spend as much time with us as he could.
We would always take family trips during the year end to see the world as a family. Regardless of the destination, my dad made sure that we always had a proper holiday.
My dad worked and is still working hard to provide for our family. Everything I have and everything that I acquired up to now is all because of him. I would never be able to repay him for all the love and support that he has surrounded me with. At the moment I am working hard to hope in the near future I can provide for him when he is unable to provide for the family any longer. Dad you are my hero and will always be my inspiration. Happy Father’s Day!
I have a very happy memory of my childhood with my dearest father, even though it was many years ago, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. My father worked very hard to support us and that did not leave as much time as he wanted to spend with us. All week long I waited for the weekend to come so that I could spend time with him. For being a “kampung” girl, taking the motorcycle to town was always brings some excitement to me. My dad would take me and mum to the playground, and put me on swings. And I will never forget, those tasty ice cream that my dad bought for me ^_^
One day when I was five, my dad started raising chickens in our little backyard. He holding up an egg and showing me the newly hatched chicks. It was amazing and with much excitement when I hand feeding our pet chickens! They will come to me when I call and follow me around the yard! I remember I hit my head on the corner of the dining table, he taught me how to relieve my pain with a warm egg and it works!
Furthermore, my dad has taught me many things in my life. To cycle, to catch fish, to drive and even to climbing trees to pluck fruits! He was always showing me how to enjoy the challenges of doing a hard thing. It made me think about the biggest influence on me until now.
My father never told me he loved me when I was a child, but I knew that he loved me, he just never said it. I never told him I loved him either, because I feel awkward to express my feelings, but time will tell everything —— I love my father forever.
My father retired at his age 42 and he enjoyed 16 years of happy retirement till todate. He was an outgoing person and he loves traveling. Well I remember when I was young, my dad used to take us for holidays not only locally but abroad.
My most memorable holiday with my father was my holiday to Hatyai during Water Festival. We were fortunate enough to witness the water festival from our hotel room. My dad even brought us down to the street and we’ll get soaked. Those locals will ride around in a pick up trucks and soak anyone along the street with cold water. It’s really an amazing and wonderful experience for me.
I am grateful for all my dad have done. He taught us that knowledge is not only gained from books, but from the actual experiences. Till now, he still travelling abroad and experiencing other cultures. He used to take a lots of photos and shared the story with us. But while he is at home, he always cooked delicious dinner for us. I love you daddy & Happy father’s day!
I remember my dad was never too tired to give us hugs. My dad would take us on Sunday drives and we’d go on cycling at Titiwangsa. I remember a family picnic and a bee kept buzzing around and my dad grabbed 2 pieces of bread and pretended to eat it. We were young enough to believe he really did.My dad was firm but fair. He gave us an appreciation for history and learning. He taught us by the way he lived his life that family was important. My dad was active in our church and an active community leader. I come from a large family and even though times were sometimes tough I never felt anything lacking in my life. My dad always did his crosswords in pen and I did the same. A little lesson in confidence I think. My dad liked to putter in the garden. My dad ,was an ordinary man who worked hard each day and did the best he could. He was a living example to his family. I love you DAD ^___^
The younger you were at the time, the better.
My childhood memories of father are priceless to me.
I was a daddy’s girl. Daddy loved to scare us, he would hide in the bushes and when we walked by he would jump out at us! Problem is, after awhile it got so that if we heard rustling in the bushes, (or wherever) we would laugh and run find him .I think he was disappointed that he couldn’t scare us any more!
My dad bought me a red color 4 wheels bike when i was 5. He teaching me how to ride a bike in evening after dinner. We had a race, but everytime my dad lets me win.
He taught me to be modest,understanding,not selfish and manners. Even I’m 32 now, he still will keep remind to me.
I am grateful for a dad that encouraged and made some of those dreams and talents possible! I also appreciate our precious moment.
I found this two paragraphs from a book. It’s meaningful:
“Time has a way of breaking up our memory into fragments of miniscule pieces. Pieces so fragile and delicate that they get caught up in the winds of time and strewn along the pathway of life, and eventually forgotten.
Trying to capture and preserve them within the confines of our mind becomes exceedingly impossible as time goes by, and slowly they begin to vanish for good… buried forever in the past…”
I would say my main memories of my dad were his creative interests and how he is much of the reason why I have a love for music and a love of creating as an adult. He liked to play all types of music and I was about 4 and would march around the dining room table singing out the lyrics at the top of my lungs. I also remember him singing the song on that record and the part that said “don’t worry, and be happy…”.
That was another neat memory of good time spent together playing guitar. I playing the toy guitar and dad playing the real guitar for nice music.
Even as an adult he continued to influence me, as in my 20′s he took up guitar again. I always thought it would be cool to play, but it looked too hard to me so he bought me a ukelele with a teach yourself to play book. Well I got on to that, and with the knowledge I gained on playing the uke , was able to pick up his acoustic guitar and play my first song. When he saw I could play he gave me his solid cedar “Seagull” guitar and got a different one for himself to play.
I appreciate the dorky music sessions we have now together when we play uke or guitar as a pair.
Happy Father’s Day to u!
I do have some fun memories with my dad. I remember the first time my father took me fishing. I was probably around 6 yrs old. I was going full force. We went to a ranch friend of my father’s somewhere along Terengganu.
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh,” I remembered screaming. “This is awesome!”
Fishing had never been so easy. I put my net back in the water and kept pulling out fish after fish. Each was met with my screams of excitement. I was having so much fun with that.
His hobby is fishing. He is a patience and hardworking person. He always said to me ”Life is like fishing, you need to have patience, will have a harvest.”
I am grateful for my dad to share his knowledge and experience with me. Thank You Daddy.