Father's Day
I'm thinking of my dad and remembering good times. My dad loved life and loved to laugh. He had a quick wit and enjoyed telling jokes. He was tenderhearted and sensitive. He worked hard to do nice things for his family.
He loved the farm and felt he just couldn't live in town. We didn't really have a farm, as his parents had when he was a boy, but we lived outside of town and at one time raised pigs, a cow, a couple of goats, and some chickens, as well as having the cat and dog. We helped to plant the garden, ---peas, corn, lettuce, tomatoes, string beans, onions, and the like, and he worked to keep it cultivated.
Dad was a mechanic and could fix anything. He was good with his hands and could play the piano. After I went to college, he was able to buy an organ, and took lessons and became the church organist, a position which he filled for many, many years. It was a sad day for us when he had to stop practicing his organ music. Music was such an important part of his life.
Tonight I'm remembering that once during my teen years, while I was still in high school, he hurt my feelings. I really don't know what he said to make me feel so bad. What I remember is that he came and sat down beside me on the couch and put his arm around me and sang to me, "I'm sorry, forgive me, I didn't mean to make you cry." I was so touched by his song to me. My heart melted toward him. I don't remember all the words to this song, but the song ends, "Forgive me my dear, and let's be sweethearts again." When he got to that part, he had to laugh. Of course we weren't sweethearts, we were father and daughter and trying to sing that just broke him up in laughter. I, typical teenaged daughter, became mortally offended all over again because I felt that he was laughing at my tears! Now it's one of my treasured memories.
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