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My Dad and his sister, my favourite aunty Peg |
Last month Terry Pratchett departed for the black sandy desert ... He was greatly loved by his readers, as were the characters peopling the world he dreamed up to house them all.
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Dad enjoyed stuff like that: he was an electrical engineer and had an inquiring and practical turn of mind as well as having an inner artist lurking inside. I knew he'd created some terrific wood carvings, but didn't appreciate just how good he was at his job until some years later when he was approached to write a book on the subject. And then it was his turn to ask me questions for a change: this time about how book-writing worked. He bought a computer. He produced all the technical drawings himself. A little while later he commented on what hard work this book writing stuff was ... but eventually it appeared. All the complementary copies got given away and I never got round to buying one of my own until after he had died. When I read it, I struggled to grasp the subject just as much as I had centrifugal force all those years ago ... but nevertheless, as my eyes run over the lines I can hear his voice in my head, talking to his imaginary readers, and memories are stirred up of nights out star-spotting while walking the dog, of comparing notes on the X Files, and sharing favourite books.
It is often said that everyone has a book inside them. Maybe. Maybe not. But have a go anyway. If a whole book seems too daunting, try a short story. Still too long? Well how about a poem? If that's too much, what about a limerick? If even that seems too daunting, how about a haiku then? Or keep a diary or write a letter instead of sending texts or emails - but write something.
My Dad lives on in his writing, just as Sir Terry does in his numerous volumes, and I'm so glad they both bothered to do it.
Long live the book. And all those other little notes and messages that pop up from time to time, marking the pages of my books ...
What? Are you still here? Go write, and live forever.
11 comments:
Loved reading this. Thank you.
Brought back strange thoughts of my own father - an engineer who wrote occasional stories for Red Star weekly, Red Letter, and other romantic short story mags of yesteryear to scratch a few pence in his many periods of non-employment. Employment was his big problem. he was an innovator and inventor who'd left school at 14 and was militantly anti people he considered to be over-privileged. which led to many sackings. i've let him slip from my mind, really, because we didn't ever get on all that well. this post makes me think it might be time to re-engage the brain. Thanks.
A lovely tribute to your lovely dad Karen, and to Sir Terry of course.
Loved this, Karen. Reminded me so much of my own Dad, who repaired electrical motors for a living, but had a lively interest in almost everything.
It would be much easier to list the things he wasn't interested in. Football for one (but a passing interest and knowledge even there.)
And, er - I can't think of another subject he didn't have some interest in...
Great to read, Karen. Of course it brought back memories of my own dad and the comparisons I always make between the easiest and most privileged of lives I've had and the hard one he had to live - his best years spent in the navy in wartime, then working all hours to keep us all. He only made it to 44 and the only piece of writing I have of his is his last letter to mum in which, among other things, he urged her to make me take my application for university more seriously.
Very moving. Thanks for sharing, Karen.
A lovely, moving tribute, Karen. Thanks.
Lovely piece. I get little visitations in this way from my dad too and am so glad to have them.
Yes, Karen, that is indeed a lovely tribute to both your father and to Sir TP. . It made me think again of my own father, a great man 75% of the time, a stroppy old bugger for the rest, who died nearly forty years ago but is still spoken of with awe in the little town in Bucks in which he lived. He still sometimes visits me, though I never know which of his many moods he will be in. But I'm ready for him, don't you worry!
Lovely post, Karen. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Thank you, one ad all, for your comments ... it's nice hearing about your Dads too ... :-)
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