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My Dad the Hero... * Remembering back to the days of childhood, I was always "daddy's little girl" Raised with four brothers and no sister, I wasn't the least bit spoiled I followed my daddy like a shadow, He always called me "muss" Around the small farm we had, he let me help him with the chores I learned about caring for animals When he relaxed, he would get out a deck of cards and play solitaire, I got to count the points for him and watch him win...We laughed a lot We went places together, mom was always so busy herself, canning and such, The boys helped her. I remembering him taking me to a country carnival They had a dance floor, and I would stand on daddy's shoes while he spun me around the floor, I thought I was dancing He read the bible daily and his motto was "The Golden Rule" He always looked for the good in people, and helped people in need He collected pocket watches and pocket knives, always willing to trade a few If I got near him when he needed a shave, he always wanted to kiss me on the cheek. So his beard would scratch me and I would jump away. He was my hero until his dying day... *  floatingleaf... |
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There is no doubt your Dad was great and heroic. All dads are exactly that to their children - I believe, despite our own age, we always look up to them even when they are restricted/inhibited by age.  What made him really great is stated in a line that I picked up from your narration - ".... He always looked for the good in people, and helped people in need .....". Have a great day and happy weekend. "To fight the darkness do not draw your sword, light a candle" - Zarathustra
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Lady ~~ How beautiful. Thank you for sharing your memories with us.   The positive is there. Sometimes it's just hard to find.
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