Stories About My Dad

Here are stories about my Dad. For my birthday I want to honor him, and remember him and celebrate who I am because of him. I want to share them with you too. I hope to someday put them in an illustrated book. Please share your stories with us, and if you dont have a story, or you never met my Dad, I would love for you to help with illustrations. Even stick figures are great.



My Dad left very special voicemails. We often had different schedules, so it wasn’t always easy to talk. He started every voicemail, every voicemail with either two openings: “This is your dear-old-Dad” as if it was one word, or “bok-bok bawkkk booook bawwwk bawwk chirp chirp bok bok bok. Sometimes the messages would just be of him making chicken noises. Sometimes they would be chicken noises and then saying to call your dear-old-dad. Sometimes it would just be chicken noises and then “this is your chickens”. The end.

When it was the first opening, it would usually be long messages with stories about amazing colors in flowers that were blooming. Or about how the twin deers were growing up, and their new stages of development. Sometimes it would be about which birds were visiting, which were migrating, or observations about which maple trees turn bright red at which temperature changes.

His messages were always fun, and always interesting. I never knew what I would learn from them, what unique observations he would share. Sometimes it would be about the wind, or the rain, or how a lightening bolt traveled in the sky. He shared the beauty of the world in his messages, or just a reminder to laugh and enjoy the silliness of it all. – Elizabeth Muriel Ayer


I remember helping your dad and brother dig huge holes in the back for that Second Story deck. One day we were all playing Monopoly on your front porch and I had turned my back for a second and your dad thought it would be super funny if you put a little snake on Monopoly board and I was super scared of this 12 inch snake at like 10 years old I jumped so high. Your brothers thought it was the funniest thing that they ever saw. Uncle Ray was a good guy. – Jeff Polks


My fondest memories of my great uncle Bill were of all the times my family and I would visit his house in Dexter. I would get so excited on the drive over because I knew that every visit would be a new adventure for us. I would always see something new when I visited with uncle bill, whether it be a new type of bird I had never seen or a new type of food I had never tried. We used to go for long walks on the paths behind his house, and every walk we went on, I learned so many new things along the way. I would learn about history, and nature. I do not think I would have the same love of nature if it weren’t for his excitement every time we came across an animal or even a type of tree or flower that he enjoyed. So I would have to say that my favorite story/part of my great uncle Bill and your dad, is something that is shared with just about every single one of our family members; our love and fascination of nature. – Makenna Dogonski


I remember sharing eggs with your dad at passover – he ate the yolks and I hate the whites. I remember flying your dad in to inspect our house. We walked all through the house and ended up with a list of 30 things to fix. 18 years later we’ve fixed some of them. We then took him out for dinner on top of Mt Washington and had a wonderful evening together. I just found a nice photo of your dad and mine hanging up the basketball hoop in our backyard. -Barbara Boumann


In my memory of your dad, he is wearing a short-brimmed straw hat. That may not even be true, but that’s what I remember. I was a weekend guest at your family’s cottage, an idyllic island covered in sunshine. He worked the whole time I was there, building and fixing. He had a vision of that place and wanted it to be great. He wanted it to be great for his kids, for them to share his vision. One morning he had picked wild strawberries and we are them for breakfast with the best hash browns I’ve ever had. -Jillian Ream Gainsley


Hands down. On everything. A lot of it. On everything. Real mayonnaise. Not that whipped sugary weird stuff. And other foods made with mayonnaise are also the best, like tuna fish salad, cause its a salad it you mix small things with mayonnaise. The best way to eat a banana- well after with ice cream and whipped cream and cherries and sprinkles, and after in between two slices of bread with peanut butter and honey- the third best way to eat a banana is with mayonnaise. You eat one bight, then you put a spoon in the mayonnaise jar and scoop some up and put it on top of the banana. Then repeat. (You should also eat peanut butter this way.) – Elizabeth Muriel Ayer