A moment in time.... there are so many things that jog our memories, that remind us of something or someone. A friend of mine had liked this picture and when I saw it, memories and images of Dad came rushing in.. almost causing me to buckle. I can see him now, walking with his lantern... in my memory it is the lantern swinging as he walked from the feed shed, or piggery to the house and his measured footsteps on the ground comforting. as was the soft whistling sound he made when he was stepping along at times, often with a purpose in mind or just in thought. I recall standing at the top of the steps at Riverside as he came into the small circle of light, and he reached out to grab my tummy and his long fingers shook it in an affectionate gesture. I was still in primary school, maybe 7 or 8 yrs old; we still did not have electricity, and the insects were flying around the lantern and the yellow light on the front verandah. His boots I remember, were red hide and his shirt was a faded navy color. I know he must have been tired as it was tea time, dark and he was just getting home from feeding up..... but his smile as he looked down on me was to me, as bright as it had been that morning. Our Dad - Our Pa.... he loves us... and he loved his trains. And Oh how I miss him
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 03:56:23 +0000
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