The Flying Fryer, the mobile fish & chip van, has been providing delicious fried foods to our village for the past twenty years long before the arrival of pizza delivery and Chinese takeaway. No Saturday night in could be considered the same without one of their deep-fried treats.
Whilst my mother doesn’t approve of purchasing food bought from a mobile vendor deeming it unhygienic & unsavoury, Dad and I used to sneak out on the nights she was at one of her Women’s Institute meetings for some golden cheesy chips smothered in salt and vinegar and served in the obligatory newspaper. Just for those that don’t know, they most certainly always taste better in newspaper although these days the newspaper has been replaced with a more sanitary wrapping. I usually smuggle them into the house disguised in a supermarket carrier bag so that the neighbours are unable to report our treachery back to my mother.
Harry, who owns the Flying Fryer is a big fella and devoted to his wife Maureen; there is a theory that the longer you are married to someone the more you tend to grow alike & in this case it was irrefutable. They had worked side by side in the small van like a well-oiled machine for as long as I could remember. On the morning in question Dad had strolled up to the local Medical Centre for his weekly appointment with his physiotherapist and bumped into them both in reception. Maureen had broken her wrist and was bemoaning the fact that she wouldn’t be able to help her husband with the lunchtime rush and he wouldn’t be able to cope alone. So naturally unbeknown to us the old fella offered his somewhat limited assistance which was gratefully accepted.
As the afternoon wore on and it started to become dark and numerous phone calls around the village had failed to locate him, I was despatched by Her Maj to ascertain my Dad’s whereabouts. The old dear was convinced he was lying injured in some ditch, I on the other hand, made a beeline for the allotment where I found the dynamic duo of Ernie & Sid, his allotment buddies giggling away tight as ticks laying waste to the last batch of my Dad’s dandelion wine. When I enquired about the whereabouts of my tee-total father they informed me that he was helping out a friend and I’d best check the village car park.
When I eventually tracked him down there he was behind the counter of the Flying Fryer beaming and chatting away with the customers whilst handing out change and taking orders. I stood under the street light watching him for a while. The joy on his face was obvious when he was teasing the children and carefully counting out the cash.
As I strolled over to the van, Harry said “It’s okay Bob, you go on as I think we’re about done for the night. Thanks for your help, you’ve been a right Godsend today. In fact, don’t know what I’d have done without you, mate”
My old Dad’s flushed face lit up like he’d been showered in golden pennies. As we walked home together arm in arm he smiled at me and said “I just wanted to feel useful” and in that moment I realised that our friends and neighbours had given my Dad something which none of his immediate family had been able to: a sense of purpose and for the old fella that had been more precious than treasure.
Back home, not everyone appreciated the local village hero as my mother insisted he sleep in the spare room claiming that she wasn’t sleeping alongside someone who smelt like smoked kippers.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of another – Charles Dickens
We love our local village chippy too and thankfully don’t have to sneak them home lol! I love that.
Really lovely to read that your dad found a sense of purpose, maybe this will give him the confidence he needed.
There is no better feeling than lightening someone’s load and helping them. I feel kind of low today, I should go do a good deed. I needed that push – thank you 🙂
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The old fella says you can help out a couple of old codgers on the chippy van if you get really bored; as if!!!
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lol as good an idea as it is… erm no thanks!!! 😉
I might just take an easier way out for tonight and give my upset friend a listening ear 🙂
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I love love love this story! Thanks so much for sharing it.
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Thank you Naomi, that was some beautiful scenery in your last post and I would love a neighbour who had a house like Santa’s grotto
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You paint such vivid pictures of your family. I feel as if I know them, and have grown very fond of them all!
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But you know I can write a story because of the edit facility but I couldn’t do what you do standing up and making it come alive for others; now that takes real talent
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What a beautiful story and what a beautiful relationship you have with your dad!
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Thank you so much; I hope he inspires anyone else in the same situation and also I hope other families realise that you don’t always get it right when you’re in that situation
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It’s a two-way thing helping out and feeling appreciated. We have The Indian Cottage Tandoori nearby – bit like your Chinese above – sign of the times eh!
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And they call it progress; I’ve grown up listening to that nursery rhyme and to think its now a takeaway what a shocking waste of a historic landmark
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No better gift than that which comes from our heart. From his giving, he received.
Pops, you continue to inspire across the miles, showering those of us eagerly waiting beside the railroad tracks, anxiously waiting to wave to you, that jolly fella, who waves to us from the caboose of Tink’s Crazy Trail. Merry Christmas to all of you and thank you for sharing your joys of the season. xo
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I was just thinking that I hadn’t seen any great puppy pictures recently and wondered how your girl is? And what a lovely sentiment. Happy & Safe holiday to you and yours Rhonda from all of us at Dyson Abbey x
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She’s perfect Tink, thanks. I do have a couple new shots of her, just no context in which to show them. lol. Didn’t want to be thought of like the new mother or grandmother puking kiddie photos all over the walls of FB and WP. Wish I could put one here in the comments for you. I’ll think of something, but in the meantime, think of her and I as inseparable (I have as much of her hair on me as she does on her!) and both happy and you’ll have it. 🙂 xo
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I’d love you to post one of her on here too! She’d be so popular she would be needing her own blog
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haha…that’s not a bad idea. though I’d need to have a talk with her about her language when it comes to those pesky squirrels (I know..who am I to talk). 🙂
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What a wonderful day for your father. My mother who is well into her 8th decade works alongside my sister who is a dance costumer/designer. Mom just phoned and gave me an update on her latest project: making a ballet tutu for young children. She is have a wonderful time. And these were her exact words: “I want to continue being useful.”
“You don’t stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.” George Bernard Shaw
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I think our parents and grandparents were born in the age before technology and its very difficult for them not to want to do anything which incidentally for afternoon would be an absolute joy for me. My Dad still can’t watch television during the day as he feels that its wasteful
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Great story.
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Thank you, Jeanne
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Just love that story. Can almost see the smile on his face 😀
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He was beaming for England and he managed it all with one good arm
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What a touching story. I can see your beaming father’s smile all the way over here in Nashville. XO!
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He did a lot of smiling that night! Enquiring minds want to know if you & Tedstar have some special outfit lined up for Xmas Day?
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All I can say is…the outfit sparkles.
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You paint a wonderful picture! I love your stories; they always brings a smile to my face.
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Bless you Marsha, the crazies in my lovely family make me smile a lot too
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What a lovely Christmas gift for both men!
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I never thought of it like that but you’re absolutely right; God gives us what we need & not what we want
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I’ve been thinking about your comment above that God gives us what we need rather than what we want. I’m not sure that’s true. The one man wanted support and help to be successful at his business, the answer just didn’t appear in the form to which he was accustomed. Your Father wanted to be reassured of his value and worth and being able to provide his time, energy and efforts to positively impact his friend did exactly that. Our Heavenly Father does promise to give us the desires of our heart (Ps 37:4) and He is a very good Father that knew what would delight the hearts of these 2 sons at Christmas!
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I must be especially sensitive today, this one brought tears to my eyes. I love your dad! I am so happy he was given this gift, as were you.
Happy Christmas Dallas.
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Who would have thought spending an evening serving fried food in a chippy van could make someone so happy. Wishing you and yours a happy & safe holiday and here’s hoping all our dreams come true in 2015
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I have no words beyond wonderful and heartwarming… your posts always manage to cheer me! Cheers to your fabulous dad!
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Merry Christmas, Gunta to you and yours. Don’t forget if you’re ever passing Devon, there’s a free portion of cheesy chips waiting for you x
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Looks like you dad may have found a new hobby! I mean, how many weeks does it take to heal a broken wrist? And I kinda agree w/ your mom…I wouldn’t want wake up smelling like fried food either. 🙂
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Loved reading this post and glad I found you on twitter. Hope the wreath making went well 🙂
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Think I need a tad more practice
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I have never been able to figure out why unhygienic food tastes so much better!
A heartwarming tale indeed Dallas, but then any story with your dad as protagonist always is 🙂
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I think so too all the street vendors provide far more tasty fayre than that you can buy in the store including the lemonade man who walks up and down the beach in Tinky Town
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Lovely story, so pleased that your Dad found his sense of purpose there. Bet the fish and chips always tasted wonderful too, especially out of newspaper. Oh, the good old days! Season’s Greetings, Happy New Year.
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Merry Xmas to you from all at Dyson Abbey. The old fella just helps out on the odd occasion as he’s only really got one good arm since the stroke but he likes to keep busy and although he had to give up the allotment we do have a large garden
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