Remembering Daddy

My father was a World War II Veteran,

a loving family man, and a hard working farmer.

Here he is with his mentor, our neighbor, my Godfather.

This was a typical afternoon break on the farm.

We women prepared sandwiches, coffee,

and home baked cookies to bring out to the field.

This was usually about 4 o’clock, we called it lunch.

On the farm, we ate dinner (largest meal of the day) at 12 noon.

Then this afternoon lunch.

Supper was a late evening meal, something lighter,

often prepared quickly when we heard

the farm machinery returning from the fields.

This was my Daddy on their Honeymoon Trip in 1946.

He “cleans up nice”, don’t you think?

It’s been 37 years since we said goodbye.

He died on February 29th, 1988.

Yes, on leap day.

I still miss him.

Give a special someone a hug today.

Take care,

~Natalie