Happy Father’s Day!

The family at Dublin Zoo, 1969

It’s been a bit of a mad rush to get this site launched in time for today, but I could hardly miss the opportunity to officially launch the site on Father’s Day!

So let’s send out a big Thank You to all fathers out there, and also spare a thought for those struggling with the role, for those fathers separated from their families, and for anyone missing their father on this day of all days.

My Story (Part 1)

My dad and me

( I realise as I write this that it is a largely self-indulgent exercise. It’s probably not going to be of any help, let alone much interest, to anyone who doesn’t know me. My story isn’t really all that dramatic, though at times it may have felt dramatic and certainly was traumatic to me. But I feel that if Father Lessons is going to be about anything, it has to be about openness and honesty. So for what it’s worth, here goes…)

I was your average middle class boy growing up in Ireland in the 1960s and 70s. I lived in the idyllic North Dublin suburb of Malahide, at the time still a fairly sleepy seaside town but just starting to grow rapidly as travel in and out of the nearby Dublin Airport really started to, ahem, take off. My father was a pilot with Aer Lingus and we were among the early wave of airport and airline staff families to move in.

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