Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads who love their children!

I was blessed with a good Dad who loved me. He always supported me in times of need and of elation. He offered guidance but never demanded. I tried to do the right thing often because I did not want him to be ashamed. 

Daddy had dreams for me. He hoped his children would own a home and be able to care for family. He helped Larry and I buy our first house. He taught me about the Lord but felt most churches were not houses of God. He had false teeth in his older years. He carried them in his pocket only putting them in his mouth to eat. He loved little children. When Erin was so sick I thought she might die, he called Children’s Hospital and cried. He said he wished he could carry her pain. 

After Helen moved to Arkansas, Fleta was going through stuff in a "shed".  She found some of Daddy's old shirts.  Dad passed in 1988--almost 40 years ago.  Helen was a seamstress and she recognized 3 shirts she sewed for Dad.  She asked me if I made this one.  "No", I said...but then I started remembering it.  I did make one.  I bet she could tell by the poor workmanship!  Daddy loved it and nearly wore it out.  Momma must have loved it too as it was packed away.  Daddy has it on in the photo holding Laura September 1, 1974. Sister Helen made me an apron from that old shirt Dad cherished. Why did Daddy love the one I made so much and wear it out!  Helen was a much better seamstress.  I don't know why but will say--that is just how he was.  He knew I had "worked" really hard trying to make him a shirt!