Tag Archives: Dad

Thoughts on Father’s Day

My Dad has been in heaven for nearly 20 years. Today I wish I could have 5 minutes with him. We wouldn’t need to talk. We could just look at each other and know what the other was thinking. This … Continue reading

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There is No One to Ask

My sister called to ask me if she had chicken pox when she was five years old. One of the realities of being in the top chronological layer of generations is that there is no one left on earth that … Continue reading

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Why Can’t I Throw It Out?

On the small stand next to the chair that I sit in for my morning devotions there are two opened packets of Beta food. They have been there for a long time. The little fish died months ago and I … Continue reading

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Remembering My First Pair of Skis

They were a Christmas present. Dad had ripped two boards about four feet long and four inches wide. The board was crafted into a gradual point on one end. The point itself was about a one-inch square. All of this … Continue reading

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Come, See a Miracle

Originally posted on June 13, 2011 I think I was four years old. We lived on a farm and on a routine day after our evening meal, which we called supper, my Dad and Mom would go out to the … Continue reading

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Christmas Memories from Childhood-Part One

This is the first post, in of series of three, of Christmas memories from my childhood. I didn’t know then that the yearly adventure of getting our Christmas tree would set the standard so high that getting a tree in any other … Continue reading

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I Did All I Could

I stood beside my dad. We were leaning together on the fence that formed a boundary for our pigs. We were watching the mother pig nurse her new litter. The mother pig had gradually grown to look like a big … Continue reading

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