Father's Day

We did to to Geneseo last night to listen to Russ Morgan's orchestra and we took Karen along.  She spent so much time picking out Mickey and Minnie mouse that we did not have much time to see the rest of the crafts.  We got rained out at the concert. 

I just wanted to reflect on my own father today.  My earliest memory of him was when I would come downstairs in the a.m....(probably sat or sun as he was always working) and crawled into bed with him and he made up stories.  Then I remember when we had scarlet fever he could not come to the house and he held up a teddy bear outside the window.  When he was home, I loved to unlace his boots and I remember there was a knife on the side.  My mother used to say that he never lifted a finger to put on shoes, clothes, etc. for either me or my brother.  I am sure he was not perfect, but when I think back, I cannot remember anything that was not perfect about him.  He never cursed, yelled, spanked, and yet he did not need to.  You always knew he expected you to do what was  "right".  I could go on and on ...but the main thing to remember about him...was his constant prayer for you.   Through all my turbulents in my life, it was my dad who constantly prayed for me and I would see little miracles happening.  

I know that I have inherited his laughter and my optimistic  view on life from him.  Some people used to say he was not realistic, I like being optimistic better. 

We are spending a quiet day at home today.   God Bless Gary today, he is a constant Husband, Father and Grandpa.  

To all the Dad's today...Happy father's Day and remember that your children will still remember those little things when they are 70 some years old. 

Love, 

Mom