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Dave Oaks's avatar

Most of the parental influence in my life came from just being with my Dad. He did not usually influence with conversation, it was non-verbal. I learned by observation. He was so calm. When a child came into his presence it was interesting. They came to him understanding something unsaid (and unseen by adults). The first thing you know they were on his lap and he was patting them. He could be talking to an adult and do this instinctively.

One day he and I were talking by the 1st grade classroom (K to 12 school) when a little boy I did not know came out of the room, he grabbed Dad by one leg and said, "I love you Mr. Oaks."

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Jocelind Julien's avatar

Our family always too a month off in August to go camping. It was a fun time because we got to get away from the familiar and sample places unknown! My dad would be behind the wheel of our white Ford Falcon station wagon and my mom would be seated beside him with a map outstretched on her lap navigating the next turn. Of course, my older brother, sister, and I would be excited in high anticipation of our arrival — Bar Harbor, Quebec, and beyond! I knew we made it when, beyond the evergreens, I’d see the vast blue ocean. I couldn’t contain my excitement! I’d stick my head up front to announce to my dad and mom, “We made it, we’re here, look!” I was pointing my stubby little finger, as if my parents could not see the breathtaking expanse. I think back on those exciting adventures that were made so magical and wonder, now, we’re my parents as excited as I was to be in these magical places as I was? I hope so. — Jocelind

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