Daddy’s Stories, Part 1

Daddy was born June 2, 1920, so was definitely part of a generation of story tellers.  All of Daddy’s brothers (Daddy was second born of five boys) were gifted with words as well, but I, of course, am partial to Daddy’s.  I mentioned in my last post that I had asked Daddy’s kids and grandkids to send me their favorite of the many stories we all heard our entire lives.  I haven’t gotten many responses yet, but my sister, Bettye, and my son, Nathanael, both emailed me their favorites.  Bettye sent favorite memories of Daddy from her childhood rather than some of his stories, which was wonderful for me since I really didn’t know the young Bill Allen – I wasn’t born until just before Daddy’s 40th birthday! 


From Bettye:  This is very brief but it was the day I decided my father was the wisest man in the world. 


I was in the 4th grade and it was the last day of school.  Our teacher gave each girl in the class an autograph book as a farewell gift.  I don’t remember what she gave the boys.  Probably something very boyish.  As soon as Dad came home from work that night I asked him to sign my autograph book.  When he handed it back to me, I could hardly wait to read it.  He had written, “Always bring joy to others and your own will be easier to find.”  And he signed it, “Love, Daddy”.  Well, I thought he was a sage of the ages.  lol 

Since I was a habitual teacher’s pet, I was going to the school the next day to help Mrs. Hicks clean out the class room.  I took my autograph book with me, of course, and I could hardly wait to show her what my daddy had written.  She read it, then looked up and told me how wonderful that was and could she please write it down.  Well, duh!  I was thrilled.  My wonderful teacher thought my wonderful daddy’s words were impressive enough to write down and save.  I still remember every moment of the entire episode and have used that expression so many times in my life.  I always give Dad the credit for it.  He always was and always will be my hero.




Daddy also had a mean streak.  When we lived in Liberator Village, White Settlement, the neighborhood was very friendly and Mom and Dad would often sit outside in our front yard with a few other couples at night after we were in bed.  No air conditioning back then.  Motts and I shared a room and had two windows over our bed that looked out into the front yard where they would sit.  Of course these windows were open.  One night all of a sudden one of our screens was pulled open and Daddy hollered, “Frog!” and threw a big fat toad in the middle of our bed.  It may have been my first hysterical fit and I did a great job.  I remember us both screaming and crying and jumping up and down and Mom was afraid we were going to stomp the frog on the sheets so Daddy had to come in, turn on the light and find the frog.  We were very cautious for quite a while when they sat outside.  He had promised he would never do it again, but hey, who knew.


I hope you enjoy these two stories as much as I did!  I read them to Daddy last night and it blessed him so!  He laughed out loud when I read the second one!

More stories are forthcoming – today is family day and I plan to write down quite a few!!

God bless your day!



About Petty Bunch

The Petty Bunch is what we have called our family since Bill and I (Janina) began our family back in the early 1980s. We have gone down many roads together - homeschooling our kiddoes, enjoying the freedom of entrepreneurship many years, working at "real jobs" other years. Through it all, we have been loved with God's everlasting love, and have found that underneath are His everlasting arms! We are blessed to have been married for over 36 years, and have 3 incredible adult children, a wonderful daughter-in-law, an amazing son-in-law, and SEVEN grandchildren: four precious granddaughters, three handsome grandsons - so far. We are empty nesters, still enjoy the life of an entrepreneur and the freedom it gives us to continue enjoying our kids and now, their kids!
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4 Responses to Daddy’s Stories, Part 1

  1. these are both wonderful! you were precisely right—i loved the sweetness of the first one, and laughed hysterically with the second. it is JUST so funny! (and something that he passed on to his grandson, i believe. now to wait for the day when my kiddos hear “FROG!” or some other loathsome reptile!)

  2. chix0rgirl says:

    Oh, that’s so precious. I LOVE it. I am totally going to copy that quote and credit him!

  3. Love them! I’m working on getting mine typed up for you right now! : )

  4. ABAHM says:

    These are both so great!  How fun, and what a great idea to collect all these stories.  My grandmother was the best story teller, I wish I could remember all the stories she used to tell us when she took care  of us as kids.

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