Remembering Dad

When my Dad was 43 years old I was born. I've always known my Dad with balding gray hair and a mustache. Sometimes he added a beard. He was a loving patient man, inventive, liked jokes, loved to sing in his Barbershop chorus, and took college classes in his 70's.

He grew up in Manti, Utah and worked on a turkey farm. He went to college, served in the military, raised us five kids. He and Mom had 20 great years of retirement living. They spent time in Yuma, St. George, Boise and Island Park and they served two church missions.

I have lots of good childhood memories of doing things with Dad. One of them I was thinking about recently, funny how memories are triggered by smells, sights and sounds. When I was in grade school and Jr. High I used to go to the Boise auction with him.

He would go by himself early on Saturday morning and scope out the auction and estimate what time things he was intererested in might be up for auction. (And I'm also guessing this was his quiet time away from work and us kids.)

Then he would come home and a couple of hours later I would go with him and we would walk the aisles, smell the onions as they cooked hamburgers, and I got to watch the bidding. To this day I still love auctions.

Dad passed away June 7, 1998, just weeks before Father's Day. I miss him and I'm grateful for the memories I have and the special times I shared with him growing up and as an adult.


My wedding to Wally in January 1988, (Dad 73).