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FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE: A Ballroom Tribute to Dads
Lady B: Such fond memories! I remember how His Grace used to set me on his knee and say, dearest Heliotrope, my little flower, you are the cleverest little miss in all the world! I often marvel that I was able to find an acceptable husband in Lord B, for nearly any gentleman would have been cast in the shade standing next to my dear father.
Gaelen: I feel the same, Lady B. I may be biased, but I’m quite convinced I have one of the best dads on the earth.
Lady B: As I have always said, our fathers have a vast influence on our future dealings with men. I firmly believe that for good or ill, a gel’s relationship with her sire imprints her mind with a pattern for how she will expect to be treated by gentlemen. She will either look for a man similar to her father—or purposely search for the opposite of him.
Gaelen: That must be why fathers in the romance novels that my fellow lady scribblers and I write are so important to the heroines. Heroines’ mothers are as rare as hen’s teeth in historical romance, but the genre is full of fathers of all kinds, good and bad, and I think it’s because the father-daughter relationship has a direct bearing on the heroine’s attitude toward men.
Lady B: Examples?
Gaelen: But of course! The divine Katharine Ashe has a very interesting father-daughter situation in her upcoming book, How To Be A Proper Lady (going on sale at the end of the month! Woot! See that yummy cover in the upper right corner of this page!) Isn’t that so, Ms. Ashe?
Katharine: Right you are! The heroine in this book has two fathers–one who raised her as his own to the age of ten, although he knew she was not his, and her birth father (now deceased) who took her from her genteel life at age ten and taught her how to be a sailor. She loved her adoptive father deeply, and her uncertain reunion with her aristocratic family is central to the story.
Lady B: That sounds most poignant, and adoptive fathers and father figures also deserve our love. Ah, here is Lady Miranda Neville! What has been your experience in writing about fathers and daughters?
Miranda: Well…it’s hard to find good parents in romance – there’s so much more conflict in bad family situations! That said, the sisters I wrote about, Diana and Minerva, heroines of The Dangerous Viscount and Confessions From An Arranged Marriage had a lovely dad, Mr. Montrose – sweet but eccentric. He loves machinery and keeps a weighing machine in the front hall of his house. Family and visitors are weighed when they arrive and their weights recorded in a book. Needless to say, his daughters do not appreciate this. But Mr. Montrose is very wise, despite his mad inventor exterior, and he knows exactly which guys his daughters should marry.
Gaelen: Psst! Miranda’s cover is on the right, dear Ballroomies!
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Gaelen: Sorry, Albert, I didn’t see you there… Pardon, Lady B. You were saying?
Lady B: I was just about to ask Ms. Noble, haven’t you’ve written about a rather sad situation concerning a heroine’s father, I believe?
Kate: Yes, my book, The Summer Of You, had an interesting father-daughter dynamic. It’s not particularly happy though, because he has dementia, but it is central to the story.
Gaelen: I like having the heroine’s dad throw some sort of monkey wrench into the romance.
Lady B (with a blank look): What on earth…? A hand tool that has to do with primates?
Gaelen: Er, no, sorry - just some sort of twist or trouble.
Lady B: Then why didn’t you just say that, daft chit?
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Max's Book - Inferno 1 - My Wicked Marquess
Gaelen:As I started thinking about this subject, naturally, what came to mind was Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice and the lovely father-daughter relationship between Lizzie and Mr. Bennet. (Another favorite father-daughter duo from books/tv was Michael Landon as ”Pa” with “Half Pint” Melissa Gilbert in Little House on the Prarie way back in the day.)
From my own writing, I realized that father-daughter dynamics have been really important throughout my Inferno Club series. The dads in those books run the gamut from hero to zero. In the first book, spy hero Max upon returning from the war chooses Daphne off a list of “perfect bride” profiles that he had his man of business develop for him. He settles on her and what Max wants, Max gets. (My Wicked Marquess) He treats his pursuit of his chosen lady as just another spy mission (he’s clearly been in the field too long, ha ha) and ends up manipulating, intimidating, bribing, and browbeating her father into agreeing to an arranged marriage. Daphne’s father is another scholarly type, well meaning, but meek. It’s left to Daphne to find the backbone to stand up to this domineering alpha male.
In My Dangerous Duke, Kate believes her father has been dead for years, but in truth, Captain Fox had to disappear because of sinister enemies who would’ve used her to get to him. So he faked his own death. Their reunion later in the book when she when she finds out he is alive was a very touching scene to write. The other heroines’ dads range from dysfunctional (the constant fault-finding of of Mara’s parents in My Irresistible Earl) all the way to dad-as-pal, like Emily’s father, the brawny woodsman in My Ruthless Prince.
The one thing that all the dad-and-daughter dynamics seems to have in my books is that the father seems to be the most responsible for turning the heroine into an spunky, independent-minded woman, whether through his supportiveness, fostering her confidence and inspiring her to be brave, or from neglect or poor parenting, by forcing her to fend for herself.
How do you feel that your dad influenced your relationship with men? – OR – Do you have a favorite memory about your dad that you would like to share?
I’ll go first and say that I think my awesome dad taught me to expect that a man should value me for myself and know when to be protective versus when to challenge me. This ties in to a favorite memory that I think shaped who I am today. My dad is, and always was an outdoor enthusiast. Well, I had just barely learned how to ride my bike as a little kid when he took me on a looong bike ride that turned into a grueling ordeal of endurance and grit!
I don’t think we were lost so much as Dad hadn’t realized that a maze of country roads that were easy for him were a serious marathon for a first/second grader. (Can’t remember exactly how old I was.) But I was not about to cry like a baby in front of my dad, so I just gritted my teeth and kept riding on.
I will never forget how my dad kept encouraging me and no matter how big the hills were in front of us, with nothing but woods for miles around, he taught me to treat it like an adventure. And he never showed any doubt that I could do it, so I just assumed that I could, too. I think there was also a promise of icecream involved, too. Which always helps. *g* Today, of course, he says, “I can’t believe I made you do that.” LOL, but I think it was good for me.
Here’s to Dads! What a Mom calls crazy or less than sensible, a dad calls fun. :)












Jun 14, 2012
7:35 am
My Dad was like two people. They had the public Dad, who was larger than life, charming and go out of his way for people and the private Dad, who was quiet, lazy and a bit selfish. When I was little, I would have people come up to me and say, I wish I had your Dad and I would look at them like they were crazy. As I grew, I found out that the 2 halves made the whole person.
He and I shared the love of history and we would see a bunch of sites. When in the LA area in 1977, he took the AAA book and checked off everything in the book. He wanted to say he saw EVERYTHING in the book. If I wanted anything, he would try to get it for me, even when I didn’t want it anymore. He was a big man in more than one way – big heart and big girth. He was 300 pounds – he was the local Santa Claus and no one could play Santa like he did. He had this long set of key that would shake as he walked. He was a school teacher, where I went to school and my classmates and I could tell when he was walking down the hall – “jingle, jingle, thump” – and I would hear, Jamie, your Dad is walking down the hall. There were so many good parts to him.
When he got sick, the private side took over the public side. People didn’t understand what happened to him. Nothing did, but you couldn’t tell them that. The town people thought he became rude and not caring and when he died, only a handful of people came to his funeral, not the hundreds of people, who he helped through life. Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of his Dad and I still think of him. He was far from perfect, but he was still my Dad.
Jun 14, 2012
1:32 pm
Dear Jamie, thank you for sharing this touching story. It goes to show how complex our relationships can be. Your dad sounds like such a character! A teacher and Santa, too. I’m sorry that people in your town weren’t there for him in the way that he was there for them. That’s enough to make a cynic out of a person. I’m sorry for your loss as you mark this sad anniversary of his passing. The love never goes away and I for one believe we’ll see our loved ones again in a happy place.
Hugs, Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
6:24 pm
Hugs back!
Jun 14, 2012
7:42 am
Hey Gaelen! I loved that story of you and your father! He sounds like so much fun!
My father was the happy spoiling sort, I was a baby when he took me to the candy shop and told me that I could choose whatever I wanted, LOL! My mother tells me he was so excited he missed the fact that I had no teeth much less trained for solids! :p
He spoiled me rotten I’m afraid, and it took my DH a while to bring me down to reality…anyhow I do think having a father like mine made me expect too much of men and I honestly was quiet dissappointed in love growing up, but thankfully that changed.
Xoxo
Jun 14, 2012
1:34 pm
That is so funny! Candy before teeth! LOL. Thanks for the laugh, Noor. Nothing wrong with being daddy’s girl *g* It sounds like your DH brought you down to earth, lol. The question is, is he doing the same thing with your little cutie, hmm?? xo, Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
8:52 am
I remember my father as a tall, good looking man. As a young child to me he was tall. Actually he was just about 5’3″, kinda short. He had a full head of grey hair that he would let me comb and put rollers in. Dad did not raise his voice or scold. He was just Dad. He ate my “Meat Pie” that I made and then told my Mom “Never let her make a pie again”, apparently the crust wasn’t cooked right. Yet he ate it.
He and my mom came to visit me while I was living in Hawaii, it was Christmas time. The two of us went to get a live Christmas tree. We talked about all sorts of things, his love for my mom, how to argue (not at the kitchen table), what makes a marriage work.
I went home to visit before I went to Diego Garcia. Dad’s health had been steadily going down hill. Before I left, he told me he would not see me again. I told him of course I would. I’ll never forget that day, he was feeding the birds in his favorite blue pj’s on the front porch. He passed away 6 months later, I was half way around the world when I found out.
It’s been 22 years since dad moved to Heaven. I still talk to him. I can hear his voice, Now Susan …..
Jun 14, 2012
1:35 pm
Oh, Susan, this made me cry!! He sounds wonderful and it’s easy to see you had a wonderful relationship. Thanks for sharing the story of the meat pie AND the curlers. What a hero. I’m sorry for your loss, but like you said, he’s still with you, watching over you…
xo, Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
9:53 am
Hi Gaelen, wonderful post and so appropriate with Father’s Day just a little dance away. Your Dad sounds like a great role model.
My Dad is one of those flirtatious charmers which drives my Mom crazy but my friends have always adored him. Of course, that was the public side of him. The side we knew was a workaholic. Being a military man from a very young age, he’s well practiced at being an absentee father but I do have some very special memories of him when he was around -standing on the tops of his feet teaching me to dance, taking us for ‘Sunday Drives’ to Skyline Drive or Pennsylvania to get apples, cider and pumpkins, touring the sights of Washington, DC and carrying me back down the stairs of the Washington Monument when I was exhausted after climbing up and taking me to the hospital in the middle of the night when I was sick. I’ve kept those memories close to my heart and they helped carry me through the many years as a teen when he wasn’t around because he was working 20 hour days and missing holidays. He’s been retired now for nearly as long as he worked but even at the age of almost 92, he still works every day only now it’s on his writing – did I mention he was also my inspiration to be a writer.
There’s a theory that men marry women most like their mothers – well, I married a man just like my father which sometimes drives me nuts but he also has those special traits that make me love my Dad so much.
Thanks for a lovely Thursday post. : )
Jun 14, 2012
1:38 pm
Hi Amy, thanks for sharing these wonderful memories. Military families do face special challenges above and beyond garden variety workaholics (not that I’d know anything about being a workaholic, ahem!!) It’s so interesting to hear everyone’s Dad stories, I’m so glad I asked. And WTG for Dad on his writing! 92! Wow I bet he’s got great stories to tell. Give him our best, and an earth Happy 4th of July, too!
xo,
Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
9:55 am
This is a sad subject for me. My Dad was the funniest and most handsome Dad in the world. He was 6’4″, loved to dance, and was the love of my Mom’s life. He was a combination of James Garner and Dean Martin. He died when he was 58 and I was 34. He took most of our joy with him. I miss him so much I ache. I was the only daughter. I have 2 brothers. He actully spent most of his time with them because they played baseball, and he was their coach. But he loved me dearly. I looked for a man like him, and I found him in Jack. Kind and Funny.
Jun 14, 2012
1:40 pm
These stories are making me cry! Wow, he sounds like a dreamboat, Susan. I’m so glad you found Jack who’s the same sort of guy. You are twice blessed! Thank you so much for telling us about him. xo, Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
9:56 am
My father was always my hero. When I was small, he could do no wrong, as I grew up into an adult, he was the man I measured all the males I dated. He was not without flaws, but he was my dad and was always there for me no matter what. I may have got a lecture about how irresponsible I was, but he never failed to get me out of what ever mess I go myself into. He loved me and at the end of his days, he told me how very proud he was of me and that I was the best daughter a father could have. I had him for 49 yrs and has been gone for 6yrs now and there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of him and miss him dearly.. He not only raised me, but four sons and he and my mother took in their oldest grandchild to raise from the age of 9. For her too Granddad was her hero… Always looking out for those he loved.. He was blessed with 5 children and 5 grandchildren and we were truly, truly blessed with hime for a dad and granddad…
Miss you and love you dad..
I
Jun 14, 2012
1:42 pm
Wow, he sounds awesome. What a beautiful tribute to your Dad, Kathleen. Do they still make strong family men like that?? Pop culture gives dads a bad rap (all the “dumb dad” commercials, etc) but then you hear about real heroes like that. I believe you’ll see again someday. xo, Gaelen
PS–Stop making me cry, you guys!!! xo
Jun 14, 2012
10:03 am
Great post Gaelen and what a lovely tribute to your dad!
My relationship with my father is a bit complicated, but I will say that he is one of the hardest working people I know. Our family has owned a restaurant as far back as I can remember, and he worked in the kitchen. It is hard, long, hot, neverending, work but he did it. And I know the reason he did it was to provide a better future for me and my sister. It was tough for him and my mother to come to a new country where they didn’t speak the language, and I will probably never fully understand the difficulties they endured and still experience, but I am beyond grateful for all the sacrifices they’ve made in the name of giving our family a better life.
As for a vivid memory, I still remember loading up the mini-van every August and May and driving the 3-4 hour trip to and from school every year when I was in college. He was a real trooping drving me and helping me, pack, clean and unload . I STILL remember him shaking his head with a fellow dad during move in day and grumbling about how much stuff daughters schelp with them. But hey! They were all essentials, lol.
Jun 14, 2012
1:45 pm
Wow, Lisa, that is so cool! We are so lucky in America to have hardworking people coming here to put down roots like your dad. LOL on the dads bemoaning daughters’ stuff and wardrobes in the college moves. Mine did that, too. Thanks for sharing your story. Sending you a former waitress shout-out, btw! I’m sure you did your share of waiting tables if you’re from a restaurant family. *g*
Best wishes to your Dad on Father’s Day, too ~
Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
10:46 am
What a lovely post, Gaelen. I loved reading about your father, and about our commenters’ families. It’s obviously a topic that inspires eloquence. It’s particularly timely for me because I happen to be in England visiting my dad now.
He taught me so much: to love music, and art, and gardening. And I’m so grateful to him for his standards as a writer. When I was a teenager he showed me how to plan a paper so that the information and arguments were presented with clarity and flow. I still use his method when I hit a tough scene in a book. Although his occupation was economist, advising on agricultural regulations, he demanded good writing from his subordinates in an area of expertise not known for eloquence. He saw no reason why a report on – say – alfalfa production in central Europe shouldn’t be as readable as a novel. And if you threw in a few interesting anecdotes about the prehistoric history of alfafa so much the better. Because above all he taught me to love history.
Jun 14, 2012
1:46 pm
That’s amazing! Now I see where you get it from! I hope you’re enjoying your visit. What a beautiful time of year to be in England. Tell your dad the Ballroom raises a cup of tea to him! LOL, or something stronger if he’d rather.
Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
11:09 am
What a lovely topic and great post, Gaelen!
I have my dad (and mom) to thank for making me a reader, which I think is the best and most important gift they gave me, in terms of how my life has turned out. My mom worked nights, so my father was usually the one who put us to bed – he would read to us every night, and we were allowed to stay up reading, so long as we stayed in our beds. He read to us from the newspaper and cereal boxes and those historical signs by the side of the road (sometimes even when we begged him not to!). For a lot of my childhood, he was in graduate school, so if I couldn’t sleep, he’d let me sit next to him while he read Greek or Hebrew or something – probably with the aim of boring me to sleep, but it felt very cool at the time.
Jun 14, 2012
1:48 pm
Wow, Tessa, he sounds like a real scholar and Rennaissance man (I can’t spell that). That’s a touching story about his reading to you. I hope your family gets to celebrate Father’s Day together this weekend.
Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
2:45 pm
Ok, can someone tell me how to spell Prarie? That’s not right, is it…? Umm, a lil help?? lol. Why can’t I spell that word? I don’t even know where I’m going wrong with it to try different ones that might pull up spellcheck.. oy!
“Even Homer nods” (doh, Bart!)
Jun 14, 2012
3:25 pm
Two i’s. Prairie. the word I can never spell is exercize. (Exersize? I tell myself this is why I never get to the gym.)
Jun 14, 2012
9:26 pm
Oh, thank you!! That has been bugging me all day, lol. I knew it was wrong but did not know where I was going astray. LOL on your “exercise” block. Glad I”m not the only one.
Jun 14, 2012
3:23 pm
Hurrah for Dads! My Dad is the strong silent type — the kind who will pick you up when your car breaks down at midnight, no questions asked. And then spend the next day giving the engine a 14 point inspection. But my favorite thing about my father is he is the Spitting Image of Teddy Roosevelt. Although in recent years, his Teddy Roosevelt looks are slowly transitioning to Wilford Brimley.
Jun 14, 2012
9:28 pm
That’s adorable! My dad likes fixing things, too, though when things break he’s the type who thinks all most things require to fix is just duct tape. ha ha. No, he’s pretty handy, and he makes a good spaghetti sauce, too, for an Irish guy. *g*
Jun 14, 2012
3:44 pm
My parents divorced when I was 2 yrs old. Me and my brothers lived with my mom. My Dad had very little contact with us beyond presents and phone calls on birthdays and holidays. I always wished that I had a more involved Dad. It wasn’t till I was in my 30′s that I had a little better relationship with him. We text each other.
Jun 14, 2012
9:31 pm
Hi Liz, that must have been tough on you. I guess it could make Father’s Day a little difficult for people in those kinds of situations. My parents split up but not til I was just out of the house. I feel for you and your family. Thanks for chiming in today. Hugs, Gaelen
Jun 14, 2012
7:33 pm
This is a lovely post and it’s wonderful to read all these remembrances of fathers. Thank you all for sharing!
Jun 14, 2012
9:33 pm
Thanks, Sabrina! I agree, these posts from all our Ballroom girls today have been so touching.
Thanks, everybody!
And I can hardly believe that I forgot to mention this, but we just posted the Sneak Peek sample chapters of my first kids’ book, THE LOST HEIR over on http://www.EGFoley.com. So your preview of the story is officially online!
It goes on sale for Nook First in less than two weeks. (AHHHHH!!!!)
Thanks for participating today, my lovely ladies!
xo,
Gaelen
Jun 15, 2012
11:01 pm
Hmm, I will just add that my Husband is a most awesome dad and he is WAY different than my dad. I love my dad, but he allowed me to be treated shabbily(this is putting it nicely) as a child and that is hard to forget. I was already in love with my husband when the following story happened and it made me love him SO much more.
One day my former step-mother came to our house, we were just living together at this point, not married and she was being nice and I was having a good time visiting with her, even though she was not nice to me as a child or teen I tried to forgive and forget (hard to do still to this day). Then she started to talk about my dad and get nasty with me in my own home, my hubby stood up and told her she would never talk to me that way again, never put me between her and my dad and if she ever did want to talk or see me again she’d better apologize and leave. WOW! I was speechless. She raised her eyebrows, smiled, apologized and turned around and walked out the door. I hugged and kissed him so much after she left and swear I cried for an hour…not because the way she was treating me, but because for the 1st time in my life a man had stood up for Me. I married a Great man and great father.