Pennylynn wrote:
Papa told me stories about that winter. I remember him telling me that he could not leave cattle in the fields because of the cold. He said that the hen house eggs would be frozen if not sat on by the hen, which would render them unclean because the embryo would begin to develop. He said that spring was a long time in coming. Must have been brutal. And according to some scientist, we are heading back into a mini ice age, something about the fresh water from the glaciers melting and desalinating the Atlantic cutting off the warm water flow.
I live in Virginia and it is only a short trip into DC, so I grew up with the arts and I remember when Papa took me to see the Nutcracker in 1971 at the Kennedy Center. Momma was not into the arts, but Papa loved opera, dance, art.... My Hero!!!
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Hi, Pennylynn. Sounds like your father was/is a wonderful man. What a blessing a wonderful father is.
My Dad, a World War II Vet, is 94 now. He almost passed last Saturday a week ago, but he is still hanging in there. Thankfully, he is getting wonderful care in a small, assisted living facility, although he is pretty much bedridden and being assisted to a wheelchair now. I call his caretakers "God's little angels." Whether he recovers or not (or ever uses his walker again) is in the Lord's hands.
My father, too, is a wonderful, wonderful and Godly man. As we were growing up in the Southwest, he taught us many, many things. I remember hikes into the desert and how Dad used to tell us that if we were walking down an arroyo bed, especially at certain times of the year, we should put our ears to the ground and listen every few minutes. Flash floods can hit you in an instant out here when you didn't even see them coming!
Dad used to take me to my ballet lessons and to my oil painting lessons in a tiny little town called La Luz when I was a child. He did everything, too, to assure that my brother and my sisters and I had every opportunity to learn and diversify our talents and our interests. So did my Mom. I took flowers to the cemetery for her today. She, too, was a very, very special person.
I suppose that so many of us can be very, very thankful for the opportunity to have grown up in America, when America was still America, with a set of very wonderful parents. I know I'm surely thankful.
Remember those United States coloring books with a picture to color on every state of the Union? I used to love those coloring books. I used to be so proud and happy to live in America. I never dreamed in a million years, when I was a little girl or even an adult, that we would see our country so torn, so divided, and in such a horrible state as America is in now. I never dreamed that I would ever be embarassed to call myself an American until the last few years, either. Still, we must fight on for our freedoms, our God, and our Constitution.
Thank God for wonderful parents.
And, if you're a mom (and I imagine you are) Happy Mother's Day to you, too.