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[...] I am not Scheherazade nor am I a handy father image or a handy granddaddy image. [...]

My eyes were closed, and something about my bearing or pose reminded the present me of my father in his old age. [...]

[...] I developed the habit as a teenager, reading signs and automobile license plates aloud and backward when my father would take my mother, my two younger brothers, and myself for Sunday rides in his 1932 Chevrolet. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] Rooney got into neighborhood scrapes, as Ruburt’s father did in bars in various parts of the country. [...]

[...] In addition, my father was born in Wellsboro PA., a small town perhaps twenty miles beyond Mansfield. [...]

[...] And we have not intruded so that you would look up to me as the great white father that you do not need. [...]

“Prayer contains its own answer, and if there is no white-haired kind old father-God to hear, then there is instead the initial and ever-expanding energy that forms everything that is and of which each human being is a part.

[...] As stated the object is related to transparencies, in that Doug’s father Loren brought his camera and transparencies with him. [...]

6. Seth referred to the photograph my father had taken of me when I was about 2 years old; see the appropriate note at the beginning of the 679th session.

[...] When Marie’s father died of a heart attack in NJ, Marie drove her mother back to Jersey in the parental car, then returned to Elmira herself by train.)

[...] He is now married and a father.

(Also, again tuned in on part of a conversation between Mother and Father; heard it clearly, and was involved in it, I believe, yet could not retain [...]

(To me, later in the session and with much humor:) You had no problems with parents in the past — and, my dear Yo-Yo, you were an excellent father to me at one time, and if I may say so, at one time I was an excellent father to you. [...]

I called you Yo-Yo when you were my father, and I am not going into any reincarnational material tonight.

[...] Instead we discovered his office—and that of his father—to be in a conventional two-story building across the street from the building with a flattish roof.

[...] The Crowley girl, for various reasons, sacrificed herself for her father. [...]

[...] I am not a father image of Ruburt’s, nor am I the male figure that lurks in the back of the female mind. [...]

[...] In some, she married but not the man you know as father. [...]

[...] Virginia’s father had worked for the railroad’s business office, and it is likely that this emotional connection conditioned her to be interested generally in the railroad.

[...] She said that my old friend, Father Trainor was on her plane, and that both of them would probably reincarnate again. [...]