DAD IN DECEMBER

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My Dad.   Probably in December.    Holding a . . . baby . . .  (any hunters know what that is?)

It would be typical of my Dad,  who did hunt at times,  to notice a small baby game bird on the ground on a cold winter day,  and then pick it up gently,  check to see if it were hurt or something.

Today,  December 18th is his birthday — and I wish he could be here to tell me more about this picture.    I wish, too, that I had seen this photo of him when I was a little girl.  It would have added texture and perspective to what I was learning of him as I was growing up.   Perhaps he would not have been so utterly  powerful and “scary.”

And I wish we hadn’t lived 1,200 miles apart from each other because I would have liked to have gotten to know him, not as “a dad,”  but more as a man.    That knowledge came slowly.  Perhaps that’s natural,  but the more I knew about him as a man,  the the more the “scary dad” figure I had diminished,  and I could see all the real parts of him:   musician,  jazz genius;  Les Paul and Mary Ford,  Tommy Dorsey . . . .  Gave it all up for his “family.”   Me and Mom.

Electronics genius.  there was nothing he couldn’t do with electronics and nothing he couldn’t invent to solve an electronic problem,  including   “how to design a colored television so it could be mass produced.”    Helped make the Raytheon company big, in that department.     Gave that career path up too because World war Two took him out of high school and he felt he could never get in on the college degree path.

A man who lived under the certain knowledge that God exists — and that God is indeed God and Lord, no matter how very tough his life got for him.

Above all,  he was a strictly,  strongly moral man who could be depended upon to always be right!    Especially in social matters.   And as I was growing up:  “The Times They Are A-Changing.”

Whatever.     My Dad was right about that too.

We children,  whatever age  we are,  are supposed to have received and grown into the wisdom of our fathers.   

Our Dads   plus   us —  that makes the new generation.

Without our dads,  the world is pretty hard to understand:

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But we can be pretty secure following in the wisdom – and footsteps – of our dads:

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Dad –  Happy Birthday.   I’m hanging on to what you showed me.

 

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