Sunday, April 11, 2010

Friday, April 9, 2010

Daughters

My dad often took us girls along with him- wherever he went. It wasn't just Nick. Whether it was changing the tire, butchering pigs, cows, chickens- whatever, skinning deer, hitching the trailer, driving in bad weather, chopping wood, lifting HEAVY things, chasing loose animals, cleaning out the barn, throwing hay bails, driving the tractor, getting vehicles unstuck (or stuck for that matter), putting the boat in and out, driving the boat, playing ball...

I love that- I love that Amy, Kari, and I are able to take care of ourselves quite well- and that we were able to get that time with Dad. Even if we did complain a bit each time he said it was time to butcher chickens or spend the day throwing hay bails- once we got out there we seemed to have a good time together.
Here roles are a bit more defined. Just last week when Roger was visiting he comment on the fact that you see all these businesses named "so and so and Sons" no businesses involving daughters. Slowly things are changing and women are becoming more involved in areas that were dominated by men. At times it is a bit hard for me here to find my place. It seems often I spend more time with men since I am not so good at staying home.

I have always been pretty happy with my garage (auto-shop). They take good care of me- as I have mentioned before they are like my own AAA. I have known that there was a female mechanic working there for some time. Amie has changed my oil a couple times and worked with Kai on my carburetor. However I was pleasantly surprised when I went for an oil change before our trip to the North to find a mechanics class only for women.

Jawad is the owner of the garage. When I arrived I found him sitting next to an engine with 11 girls surrounding him- sounds like this story could go two ways- but these girls all had their oil stained grungy clothes on and you could tell they had been working right along side him. I love this garage all the more now.

I let them all know that my dad would have been proud. I too was proud.

Thanks Dad!