This past week, I’ve been thinking about my father. It would be so good to sit down and chat with him over a cup of coffee. I think we’d both like that. I also have a lot of questions I would like to ask.
LeRoy E Hutchinson — 1919 – 1990
Dad grew up during hard times. One year, during the great depression, all his family had to eat was what they grew–a field of rutabagas. There were other hardships, but that might have been the worst. He worked hard, very hard, to make sure his family never had to go through that same experience. Extra jobs in evenings and on weekends helped supplement the family income.
And yet he did volunteer work for people in need. Particularly for widows without families to care for them.
After Dad had passed my sisters and I were sharing the things that he done with us. Turns out he did different things for all four of us. Each of us experienced his love in following our individual interests. He did, however, encourage a love of weather observation in all his children.
Today, I give thanks for my father and the fine man that he was.
This is heartwarming. I am glad you have such fond memories of your dad, and that’s awesome that all of you had stories to tell of nice things he did for you separately. 🙂
Thanks, Rosey.
Wow! You look like your dad!
He sounds like a great guy. No wonder his legacy lives on in his extended family.
I don’t know my dad really. He died when I was 7, so there isn’t but a handful of memories. Those memories have been manipulated and molded over the years to be used as my mom saw fit…and I am left with a lot of questions. I wish I had memories like yours. Mine were good…but I was…you know…7 years old. Hard to know what was what.
My dad was a terrific guy. It’s sad that you lost your father while you were still so young. I have learned that memories can be molded. We can both be thankful that we have good memories of our fathers.
You were blessed to have such a wonderful dad.
As you were with yours, Vee.
Dad certainly was awesome. The places he took us and the things he taught us, without realizing he was teaching us, were amazing. I feel like I’m just gushing superlatives, but he deserves them. When I had the stillborn baby, he came over to visit me. It’s just about the only time I remember him talking about his childhood and the crazy things he and Aunt Doris did. He had me laughing even though I was so sad. I think that was the most loving thing anyone has ever done for me. I have tears in my eyes right now thinking about it. Tears of joy. God blessed us when he gave us our Dad and Mom.
I meant that we didn’t realize he was teaching us. We just thought it was fun and our Dad was the smartest man in the world.
Our parents were the best gift God could have given us.
Nice picture and commentary, Chuck. I’m not sure I’ve heard you say much about your day before. And… we seem to have thought along the same lines today.
I guess I’m not one to post about my day, but I do enjoy reading about your days. Okay, those posts tend to make feel lazy or something, but also glad that a friend can–and does–do all those things that fill your very busy days. Today being Father’s Day, it’s not surprising that we would be thinking about our fathers. I hope your thoughts were as happy as mine.