I'm so glad for all of the years we helped celebrate a very special Father's day and Birth day in one.
He would have been 97 years old this year.
My earliest memories are of him coming in from the field or from doing chores, sitting on the step and taking off his lace up boots. Heading to the basement to wash up before supper.
Sunday afternoons teaching me how to throw, catch, and hit a softball
Ice skating down the Sheyenne-for miles and miles, looking for animal tracks along the way
Walks on the river on New Years Day
Shooting the 22
Being coached-how to saddle up, chase the bulls, vaccinate the calves
Driving the grain truck, the H International with a narrow front end, and the combine
Every Sunday-regardless of the season, being in Fellowship meeting
Smart, and a quick self learner, life had required him to leave formal education after the 8th grade
I can hear him say.....'Get a good education, that's something no one can take away from you'
He lived through the depression and World War 2,
Always so proud of his Granddaughters!! All 3 - soon - with a Bachelors Degree, the only thing of value in this life that responsibility didn't allow him to attain.
