Taking time out from a quilty to post to honor the first man in my life on his 80th birthday, my beloved daddy. I am grateful he is still here with me and in good health. =)
True story...I could never remember his birthday. His mother said he was born on the 31st ( or was it the 29th??) and my dad said he was born on the 30th. He said he was there and he remembers. ;) Back in those days home birth was the norm, you know. Because of that, I could never remember when his birthday was and I would remember late on a regular basis. I am thankful for technology that helps me keep it all straight!
My daddy didn't want to take time away from playing to do something so mundane as go to the bathroom. =) This is as close to a baby picture I have of him...
I love this picture. It reminds me of the book, "Where The Red Fern Grows." I imagined the young boy in the story looked just like this. My daddy was a foster child, of sorts. His Grandma Oxley raised him, though he lived with other families at times, too.
This picture was taken by a newspaper man. He was laughing at my dad because he just got his hair buzzed off and the striped shirt made him look like a convict. Look at the pretty dresses and hats the ladies are wearing in the background.
Daddy sitting on a ledge overlooking the Cedar River at Palisades Park. Love the cuffed jeans!
Happy Birthday, Daddy!