Tomorrow, September 1, is not only Labor Day. It was my daddys birthday. If he was still with us, hed be 94 years old. Ive been thinking about him a great deal of late. Thinking of him in his favorite recliner (the final one a John Deere green--how fitting for a man who believed nothing ran like a Deere). Thinking of his old lace-up work boots, his brogans, and Liberty overalls, his preferred brand because they had all those pockets and places to put things, and his collection of caps. Mama would tell him to put on a clean one for certain occasions. ;) Sometimes, when he was coming into the house for a meal, hed toss his cap in first to see if it was safe. Hed come in drawling, If dinner aint ready, Ill . . . wait til it gets ready. At mealtimes in the little breakfast nook, hed wave toward the window looking out on the side yard and say, See that pretty red bird out yonder? Red bird or no, it was clearly a ploy to sneak a slice of bacon or one of those biscuits that came buttered out of the stove from someone elses plate. He had a motto, A little laughter in life, which helped him get through the harder, sadder times. I try to live by it, too.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 04:46:51 +0000
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