Happy Father’s Day to My Dad!!!

I’ve done some additions and revisions to this tribute to my dad done last year so I’m posting it again. He was a wonderful father who made all of his daughters’ dreams possible through his hard work and his insistence that girls should have an education and his support of all our goals. Happy Father’s day, Daddy.

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I had so much fun looking back through old photos of my dad.  Thought I’d share them with you. My two nieces are visiting my sister in Phoenix right now so thought they’d get a kick out of seeing these photos of their grandad and grandad-in-law as well. Click on any photo to enlarge it.  Clicking on them also provides explanations for some of the photos. My dad died at the age of 70 in 1974.

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

7 thoughts on “Happy Father’s Day to My Dad!!!

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Sadje. He was such a unique man. Hope the photos convey that. His mother sent him to school at the age of 4 so she could be free to be a midwife. School was only available to him through grade 8, but he read voraciously his entire life, including Shakespeare and Longfellow. The local plumber and he used to trade Shakespeare quotes! I’ve actually made contact over the last few years with that plumber’s daughter who has a blog as well and have seen her twice at school or town reunions. How our lives fold back upon themselves!

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      1. Mary Francis McNinch

        I didn’t know my plumber fat her quoted Shakespeare with your dad, but I do remember he loved to say. “Fe fi fo fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead I’ll grind his bones to make my bread…” (Jack and the Beanstalk) My brother probably remembers.

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          1. Mary Francis McNinch

            I do remember Dad reciting some kind of poetry and I was surprised he knew the whole thing. It probably was Shakespeare. We had to drive to Tyler very early. My brain is still sleeping. I always enjoy your family stories and I love the picture of Ben with his three beautiful daughters.

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