| He was a veterans of the 2nd world war , he was strong , handsome and such a hard working man, he was MY DAD. He would call me 'TITE QUETTE"and with out-stretched arms,pick me up like a fragile porcelaine doll and smile and swing me up in the air.I felt like I was on top of the world I felt like a queen. MEMORIES sweet memories of my favorite man , MY DAD. We lived on a farm and dad would hunt for our food. I admired his strenght and relentless way to survive. His passion was deer hunting,he was a wood cutter and the land was his home.His name was Camille, not SIR Camille or DR. Camille or KING Camille just Camille ,and everybody that knew him loved him for his heart of gold. ME? I just loved him he was MY DAD. "TITE QUETTE" he'd say "let's go pick some berries"we'd take off with a picnic basket. While picking , he'd tell stories he was known for telling stories , we'd laugh , eat them berries , then sit under the sun and eat our picnic lunch.I was in heaven,why? because, he made me very happy . In the fall we'd go hazelnut picking and he'd pick me up to reach the high branches. I wasn't heavy ,I was just little oh but, how I remember the strenght in his hand and the love in his heart, he was special he was MY DAD.Years pass and I have a family of my own but, we never loss touch. How could I ever forget those moccasins he made me out of deer skin ..When he was 76 and very ill and fragile ,GOD call him home and all I was left with ,was sweet memories of a very special man....................MY DAD |
