Pictured is a family barbecue at Lake Elsinore in 1958, with the fixins’ for a perfect Father’s Day. Always the third Sunday in June, this is the least celebrated holiday for retailers (read the shopping statistics.) Why? There’s no clear-cut answer but here’s more about the father trend, described as a national crisis.
In a National Father’s Day Contest, 11th grade winner Isabella Foster described “What My Father Means to Me”. Excerpted from her essay: I am my father; clumsy and too organized. I hope I can gain his other amazing qualities; a model for overcoming your fears, being positive about anything and everything and staying connected to your family, no matter where you are. My dad travels the world for business. Every time I hug him goodbye, he seems normal; calm, collected, ready to do to work, no matter the country or continent. Never in a million years would I think he might be scared to travel somewhere! Finding out he does get nervous or frustrated reminds me he’s human. Knowing this gives me courage that when I’m scared, it is not a reason to quit. My dad is my hero. He means everything to me because he’s shown me that life is for living, you should take care of the people you love and always try to overcome your fears.
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