First Thing I Remember

At different times in my life the lyrics to the Paul Simon song pop into my head. “The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed. Couldn’t have been no more than one or two”

And the memory of my dad coming home late one night when we were preschoolers…waking us up…putting some construction hard hats one our heads and standing us in front of the console TV to photograph us…that will never go away.

He set a hard example for us to follow. He wasn’t perfect, but his family was worth any sacrifice. We felt the love through his endless work. It’s been seven years this past October since we lost him. I can only pray we do him proud.

The search for ancestral roots continues. And the granddaughters grow cuter and smarter every day. I have high expectations for 2018.

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