He was a very proud and wonderful man. Dad worked himself into the ground for his family. He even worked on the week ends as a land scaper. When he was in his fortys and Momma in her late thirties.They got married. Thier first baby was still born and Joan their first daughter was born in in 1942. Than I followed in 1945. Irene was born their third and last daughter.In 1950 Daddy was a very bitter man because he never had a son like He wanted. But even so Dad & Mom gave us a good home.But like the song goes He had soft hands but when we went wrong He had hands of steal and that marks Dad. Because that is just the way he was. Unfortunely I was the black sheep of our family and I received more pain than I did love. Even so I loved my dad.. He lived a long life and towards the end he did turn his life over to the Lord and that made a real difference in dad. He would like to fish and hunt and each year he would go phanscent hunting. They were beautiful birds to look at and eat yummmm.. And the deer would be mainly had 8 points to their rack. The meat was really good .Mom would make the meat tender. Dad worked at crocket bit and spear all of my growning up years.Standing on his feet and hurting real bad. But he was a strong man with strong ideas to make his family provided for. MY NEXT PAGE IS IRENE
