Some of my memories of my Dad, part one
Some of my memories of my Dad, part one
"Let what you heard from the beginning abide in you. If what you have heard from the beginning abides in you, then you too will abide in the Son and in the Father. And this is the promise that he made to us--eternal life" (1 John 2:24-25 (ESV)
Dad loved the Lord and His word, his family, music, history, golf, travel, politics (somewhat); Dad loved to read and encouraged us in that love.
When we moved to the farm south of St. Paul in the fall of 1956, it's a good thing that Dad was only 35 (if I did my math right) as it was the beginning of many short nights and long days for him. I seem to recall that he would often rise at 4 a.m. to do chores before cleaning up to drive in to the city. After that, he would have more chores--both animal and filed--before going to bed whenever. And church took up a fair amount of the family's time.
It seems that Dad was always serving as a deacon or some other position at one church or another. His principles of privacy made him a perfect fit in such cases. The same could be said for the years he worked for Vin Weber as a congressional aide.
I remember going to St. Paul to Rayette and being so impressed by all that chemical stuff, stinky though it was. Dad wore a white coat--a very big deal! I remember getting a chemistry set for Christmas one year. I loved it.
I remember Dad going on trips occasionally as an expert witness when someone sued because her hair fell out or turned orange or something. I have treasured what he brought back from one of those trips--a bracelet I keep in our safe deposit box, not because of it's market value but heart value.
I keep Dad's few letters to me there, too.
Dad was always one to encourage us to try whatever we wanted to try. I am sure that is what was behind involvement in 4-H and our taking those piano lessons. He was always there to aid in raising and training the calves we had in 4-H. And I remember that he was willing to purchase a horse for us, which we didn't ride as much as we might have.
My sister probably rode it more than I did. Likewise with the bicycle we had.
I regret not going home more after I left for college. I know that I missed out on a lot. There were trips to various conferences, for example, that I was not able to participate in.
"Let what you heard from the beginning abide in you. If what you have heard from the beginning abides in you, then you too will abide in the Son and in the Father. And this is the promise that he made to us--eternal life" (1 John 2:24-25 (ESV)
Dad loved the Lord and His word, his family, music, history, golf, travel, politics (somewhat); Dad loved to read and encouraged us in that love.
When we moved to the farm south of St. Paul in the fall of 1956, it's a good thing that Dad was only 35 (if I did my math right) as it was the beginning of many short nights and long days for him. I seem to recall that he would often rise at 4 a.m. to do chores before cleaning up to drive in to the city. After that, he would have more chores--both animal and filed--before going to bed whenever. And church took up a fair amount of the family's time.
It seems that Dad was always serving as a deacon or some other position at one church or another. His principles of privacy made him a perfect fit in such cases. The same could be said for the years he worked for Vin Weber as a congressional aide.
I remember going to St. Paul to Rayette and being so impressed by all that chemical stuff, stinky though it was. Dad wore a white coat--a very big deal! I remember getting a chemistry set for Christmas one year. I loved it.
I remember Dad going on trips occasionally as an expert witness when someone sued because her hair fell out or turned orange or something. I have treasured what he brought back from one of those trips--a bracelet I keep in our safe deposit box, not because of it's market value but heart value.
I keep Dad's few letters to me there, too.
Dad was always one to encourage us to try whatever we wanted to try. I am sure that is what was behind involvement in 4-H and our taking those piano lessons. He was always there to aid in raising and training the calves we had in 4-H. And I remember that he was willing to purchase a horse for us, which we didn't ride as much as we might have.
My sister probably rode it more than I did. Likewise with the bicycle we had.
I regret not going home more after I left for college. I know that I missed out on a lot. There were trips to various conferences, for example, that I was not able to participate in.
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