When I sat down to write the concept for my project CRAYON LEADERS, I wanted to be able to talk to the Men about something different outside of the mundane, not business or sports I wanted us to talk about something that men do not often talk about: Family.
The initial idea behind asking the Men to tell me a story about their Fathers came in order to not to be intrusive, I thought that asking the Men about their children would be maybe to "intimate", so asking them about their Father was a possible midway, and would create a possibility of taking a look at "Fatherhood" through the generations.
Little did I know how much this request would bring up, the reactions are very diverse and emotional and sometimes even nonexisting; "I don't have a specific memory of my father" is not rear answer and I am often rejected because of this question is to Emotional or Intimate.
On the comeing Sunday, it is the swiss Fathers Day and I thought I'll post some quotes out of the different stories I have heard, not in order to prove a point or make something right but to raise questions and maybe discussions about "my Father".
Stories and Pictures or Paintings are out of the project but not related
“I will tell you about my first memory of my feeling like I had a father. I have never said this to anyone. I was born in a village in the center of Israel. Later my father got a job in the North of Israel and become a rabbi there. Because it was the middle of the year, I stayed and finished the school year at my grandparents’.
“I went to our new place in the North, just for Shabbos. I came by train and I remember getting off the train. I didn’t travel by myself, because I was four or five years old, but I can’t remember who accompanied me. Whoever it was, I remember them helping me to get off the train. The old trains had such big steps and you came down on the stance and had to walk to the sidewalk to be on safe ground. I remember us walking, before getting to the safe ground, and then I see my father coming towards us. I remember him opening his arms with a big smile. He was walking slowly towards me and I was running to him. That’s my first memory of me and my father.”
“Something that my father and I did a lot together was hunting. We also went with my grandfather. So it was my grandfather, my father, and I, along with some people from the village. It wasn’t fancy, just like in rubber boots and smocks, but it was a great experience. Before sunrise we would go into the village and go into an old house, one that you had to lie down to get into the door. Then we would go into the kitchen and all the old guys would be drinking soup. This is Spain; the old villages in Spain, so nothing fancy. Something like what you would see in a movie about the Civil War.
“Then we would go with all the men, to go hunting, with the dogs. I went behind my father and my grandfather and learned how to do things. I helped with the dogs and so on. Around 10 or 11am we would have a little break in the middle of nowhere, and eat whatever was prepared the night before. They are good memories, with my father and my grandfather."
“The was a big election in the party that my father supported. I have very few memories of when we spent time together; this is one of them.
“It was very early morning, we arrived on buses from our city. There were a lot of buses coming from different cities. My father and I got off the bus and that’s when I realized all these buses coming from around Turkey were all coming to the same place to see my father. People came and hugged, showing their respect and love. I was so surprised to see how much he knew and loved people from all over the country. My father stayed there for hours. People asked him questions, he talked to them, and I was watching from the bus, still sleepy. I was just impressed; I didn’t understand what he was actually doing. Politics to him was love and it was respectful. This is a memory I will never forget.”
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