He was the daddy of four daughters.
First came Terri, nine months to the day after they were married.
She was follows 3 years later by Linda. Two girls, a perfect family.
They were surprised when seven years later I came on the scene! An “old age” child, they lamented at age 30.
Then came an even bigger surprise seven years after me – Patty. There were 17 years between Terri and Patty.
When I was young I adored going to the jobs with him, collecting slugs off the floor, skipping around the scaffolds, oblivious to the electricians, plumbers and painters. To this day I get nostalgic when I see construction workers.
Pictures of Dad and me.
We waited anxiously until he came home from work each day. From time to time he worked out-of-town, once for a very long stretch in North Dakota. The house lit up when he came back to his girls. He always sent us postcards when he was out of town for a stretch.
There was never any physical discipline, all he had to do was give us “the look” of disappointment, and we wilted.
Living his Christianity was very important to Dad. No matter how busy he was, he made sure his daughters went to church. We attended Sunday mornings, Sunday evenings and youth group on Wednesdays.
Dad’s love for his family and people were second to his love for God, and he made certain we understood and appreciated our Creator. He taught Sunday School, collected the offering and met small groups of men from church for pie and coffee. Serving the church was second nature to him.
Highlighted in his Bible: “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.” Luke 6:38, King James Version
Unfortunately he did not stay such nice guy. As you will see in the next blog he became very annoying.