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Monday, 28 November 2011

Daddy's Girl

By Lyn Burnstine

Lyn Burnstine

The acrid smell of hypo will always be “music” to my nose. From the time of my earliest memories until I was about nine, my father had a photographic studio in our home. I loved to follow him around; I especially loved to perch on a stool in the darkroom while he developed film.

The greatest benefit, that I’ve come to appreciate more and more in later life, was that my daddy was home. To have both parents near and available was a luxury very few children had in those days, unless they were farm dwellers. Today it is rare but not unheard of.

Among the legions of families who are redefining men’s and women’s roles are my own daughter and son-in-law. My granddaughters have also enjoyed their daddy being home, but at the cost of having their mother gone as much as fathers historically have been. With them, as with so many others, it’s been an economic necessity, not a choice.

As life has dealt me its frequent hard knocks on the head, I often think that my coping and survival strengths came, at least partly, from that wonderful bounty of my youth.

That little girl who felt welcomed and valued, as she shadowed her gentle father through his working day grew into a woman with steady, solid feelings of self-worth and self-esteem. I would wish that for every child.

Lyn Burnstine's father

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Lyn, as always, beautifully stated. And you were indeed very fortunate. I too was a daddy's girl but like so many of us in those days I had to wait for Saturdays for my time - which was certainly very special to me. He would take me along on his Saturday errands. I felt like a princess.

Lyn - Nice story and photos.

The girl in the photo looks dedicated and determined. Bound for great accomplishments - and certainly not 'high' from inhaling hypo! _ Sandy

Enjoyed your story of growing up with your Dad available. I read somewhere a long while ago that when daughters spend a lot of time with their fathers, they tend to be more successful women often running their own businesses.
Interesting, if true.
Michigan Grandma

I also had the privilege of having a father around all the time. We lived on our farm and I was his helper. I've always felt it was a good teaching ground and I learned responsibility and independence early in life.


What a loving portrait of your Dad.

I had a great Dad,too, and enjoyed all the things we did together.

We went to all the Irish Wakes together and took Father Murray to his Dental appointments and went every Friday night to get the fried oysters my Mother loved.

What could be better than a great Dad?

You look very much like him in the nice picture he took of you.

Nice story of your Dad. Though mine was not home all the time, I was also a Daddy's girl, which contributed to my learning self-confidence and willingness to take risks.

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