The ever thought provoking C, recently brought up the concept of "Fantasy Dad's" on her blog, something I was not familiar with, and it has got me thinking. Now my head hurts because I try to avoid that whenever possible ;o)
I never got the chance to know my own Dad and my Step-father and I never had a warm or even particularly friendly relationship, so the role a Father plays in most women's lives has always been a little bit of a mystery to me. Sadly, in this era of the Single Mother I think more and more people of either sex are experiencing that gap. The Press have also firmly planted the idea in our heads that there is a Paedophile round every corner and so men are generally mistrusted around children, whether related to them or not. Many a Fantasy Dad was created in impressionable minds through the TV screen of our youth but now Operation Yewtree has revealed them in a sinister light. It's a sad state of affairs and frankly one that only men can redress.
Thankfully, I had my wonderful and loveable Grandfather, George, in my life and his equally endearing brothers, Alf, Stan, Hugh and Tommy. They came from an era where even very young men donned uniforms and risked, and often lost, their lives. When I think of those men they seem innocent somehow, they rarely swore or drank. Rarely lost their tempers, hardly raised their voices - let alone their hands - in anger. Am I misremembering them as saints? Hardly, they had their fun and their vices but still they seemed wholesome somehow, and all believed in shouldering their responsibilities and doing what's right. Have we lost all that? I hope not.