A Dedication to Dad
On this Father’s Day, I want to take time to honor the man who brought me into this world and took care of my needs while growing up.
Richard C. Post was born in 1943 in Hood River, Oregon. His father was stationed there as a soldier during World War II. The family later moved to North Dakota. My dad eventually graduated from Fargo Central High. The late singer Bobby Vee was one of his classmates.
After a brief stint in college, Dad settled into a career as an interior decorator. Over the years he worked at various furniture stores in the Fargo-Moorhead area. Dad could have made more money as a traveling salesman but opted for jobs that allowed him to come home every night to be with my mother, sister, and me. Often our evenings were spent watching TV and playing an occasional board game. Dad sometimes brought meals home for us such as hamburgers and Mexican food. In recent years, we’ve often eaten at Asian buffets.
During the 1970s, Dad’s work prospered him enough to own three cars including a corvette that he sometimes drove me to school in (to the envy of my classmates). Summer weekends were usually spent at Big Sugar Bush Lake in central Minnesota where we had property with a trailer and speedboat.
We also had our share of family trips. Among them were drives to the Badlands, Canada, and Wisconsin that included a stopover in St. Paul to see the Bee Gees in concert. During the winter of 1982, we flew across the ocean to spend a week in Hawaii. It was the first time I got to escape subzero temperatures in the Upper Midwest.
Many boys desire to follow in their father’s footsteps career-wise. That wasn’t really true with me. I worked a few sales jobs but never had an interest in furniture. Dad and I were briefly involved in a couple business ventures together. One of them was a video recording service that might have succeeded through better marketing. Eventually I went into the ministry.
Dad and I have had disagreements regarding spiritual matters. Being raised in a strict Methodist home turned him off to where he explored other religions. Still we occasionally attended the Lutheran church my mother’s family went to. I disliked their boring services and quit going there when becoming an adult. That church did help instill a reverential fear of God in me. Even during my years of partying and sleeping around, I was cautious not to blaspheme the Lord’s name.
Although Dad will be turning 74 later this month, he is still selling furniture. Every day I pray for laborers to come into his store to bless him financially and spiritually. May this Father’s Day be his best one ever.
“Listen to your father who begot you, and do not despise your mother when she is old.” - Proverbs 23:22