A Tribute to "My Daddy"
June 28, 2026
The overriding memory that I have of my father is how much he loved his children. He always wanted us to call him 'Daddy'. He poured himself into us. For instance, He would spend an hour or more, with all of us gathered closely around him, reading books to us. It wasn't always just simple, little children's' books either. As we got old enough to understand, he would read chapter books like Black Beauty and Heidi. He was so good at putting expression into whatever he read. Each character in the story would have a 'voice' of its own. We children would beg him to keep reading until he had to stop because he was getting hoarse. Daddy loved nature and science. He would take us to the local nature preserve and walk with us down the paths and along the river, showing us individual plants and the beauty of the trees going through their seasonal changes. Below are a few pictures that I took there as a teenager.
He would also encourage us to listen to the birds. He taught us to identify some of them by their calls. I remember learning the gentle "coo" of the Mourning Dove, the "oh-kah-lee" of the Redwing Blackbird, and the Barred Owl asking "Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?" Daddy had a set of books that came with recordings of many of the different birds' calls. Sometimes, when his voice was to tired to keep reading to us, he would play those recordings on the old record player that we had back then. Occasionally, when he could afford the trip, he would take the family to special places that were more than an hour from where we lived. We visited the Cincinnati Zoo, Hocking Hills, and the Ohio Caverns. I was a child at the time, so I don't have any pictures but I do have lots of good memories. Here is a little turtle, carved from rock, that my Daddy bought for me as a souvenir from the Ohio Caverns.
Daddy had a job in town. He did his best to provide for the family, but whenever he was not at work he was home with us. I do remember one time when he was gone for a while. He had traveled to California (where he was raised) for a funeral. The rest of our family wasn't able to go at that time. When he came home, he had a gift for each one of us. Mine was a glass paperweight made to resemble the California Poppy, which is the state flower of California. I always had the certainty that, even when he was not at home, we were in his mind.
When I had become a woman and had a family of my own, my parents came to the state where we lived at the time. They took our family to the Fantastic Caverns. The pictures that you see below are from that time.
Mommy's China Set
June 23, 2026
As far back as I can remember, I thought that my mother's set of china was just about the most beautiful thing in the world. She had a complete set of plates, soup bowls, serving dishes, etc. They had been given to her as a wedding present from her parents. Whenever our family had guests visiting us, she would use this china to set the table.
At first I wasn't allowed to touch it because it was very fragile. My parents bought me a teeny, tiny set of my own. It was also real china, but much thicker so it wouldn't break so easily. In spite of that, I still managed to break the coffee pot that came in the set. I displayed this tiny set on the dresser in my bedroom for many years. I now have it displayed in a corner cabinet in the dining room so I can look at it whenever I walk past.
As I grew older, I was allowed (even expected) to help Mommy set the table for our guests. What a privilege! I continued to value the beautiful china. When I was in my early twenties, I made the tablecloth that is pictured with the china. It would cover the entire length of the table that she used when we had company. That table would stretch long enough to fit a dozen people around it. If there were more people than that, some of us children would sit at a card table in the other room.
My mother is no longer living. After she died, I inherited her complete china set. I still value it to this day!
Pets
June 16, 2026
As a child, I really wanted a kitten. My parents had a picture of me holding a kitten, named Midnight, when I was almost two years old, but I don't remember that.
By the time I was old enough to ask for a kitten, it really did not suit them to get a live one. Instead, they got me a ceramic kitten that would nod when you touched it on the head. I loved that little kitten and named it Tabby.
When I was approaching 4 years old, someone gave us a little, tiny chick. I, of course, thought that was wonderful! He was so cute! We named him, Roscoe. I would carry him around with me, pretending that he was my baby.
For some reason, as Roscoe became an adult, he decided that he didn't want to be my pet. He wanted to be a rooster, and believe me, he let me know! When I would try to pick him up he would peck at me. Then, because I didn't give up right away, he ran at me, pecking and flopping! Of course, that scared little old me. I started running and screaming, and the chase was on! I was so scared that I ran right past the door several times before my mother came out and rescued me. We kept Roscoe for a little while longer, but then he started attacking other people, too. My grandmother lived just down the road from us. When she would walk down to see us, she would have to stand on the road and holler for my mother to come chase Roscoe away so she could get into the house. My parents decided they couldn't put up with that, so Roscoe went bye-bye. As God's people, we are to be kind to animals. In Proverbs 12:10 it says that "A righteous man knows the needs of his beast..." But animals are expected to be nice too. God commands that an ox be put to death if it attacks a person. (Exodus 21:28) Yes, I cried about Roscoe but I did learn a very valuable lesson. Our emotions do not cancel the Law of the Most High.
My New Dolly
June 8, 2026
Sally has been my baby ever since I received her as a gift from my parents on my 4th birthday! One day, a year or two later, I couldn't find Sally. I searched and searched, but I just couldn't find her anywhere. Of course, I was sad and worried, but the next morning I got a wonderful surprise. That day was my birthday, and there, in my present, was Sally in a brand new dress! The dress she was wearing was made of the same fabric as a new dress that my mother had made for me. Sally still wears that matching dress today! Of course mine wore out long ago. It wouldn't fit me now anyway.
