My dad always made each one of us feel so special…
He was always laughing…
had a joke to tell…
Not affectionate in a huggy/kissy way… but, through his words and actions we knew we were loved…
Taking us on outings…
Always trips to the drive-in 
… parks/picnics
… vacations… friend’s homes
People loved him so… Always visitors at the house…
He was a hard worker… coming in from hanging wallpaper all day… so tired… but, with a smile on his face… as we greeted him…
He disciplined with a look and words only…
Things he left us when he passed…
discipline, work ethics, generosity, reliability, honesty, sense of humor, caring, love…
things he had made with his own hands…
a history of his youth…
a pride in his accomplishments…
He was raised in an orphanage where he said, “I got the best care and education I could have ever received!”…
In an exhibition ball game he struck out Babe Ruth 
and made headlines in the newspaper… A great young pitcher at that time… but, hurting his arm deferred that career…
ending with a career as a wallpaper hanger… known in Louisville as one of the best!
Dad… second from left sitting on ground…
Second from left on first row…
second from left again…
Newspaper article in the Courier Journal… Louisville KY
Dad’s picture in center… highlighted…
Babe Ruth center behind Dad’s photo…
Happy Father’s Day Daddy!
I had to share this special poem by Freeda Nichols… a fellow blogger I follow… who is a wonderful poet and storyteller…
His Favorite Daughter
There once was a huntsman, John Dee– his name
who lived in the great Ozark hills
and he had three daughters, sweet daughters–all three.
He told each one she was his favorite–
his favorite was she.
Each girl admired her kind-hearted father
and smiled to herself thinking she
was his favorite daughter–
most favored of the beautiful three.
Now Sadie, the eldest, was certain that she
would inherit the watch that he wore
but Carly could tell by the glint in his eye
it was she he would leave it for
and Julie just knew she would get it–for sure–
the pocket watch trimmed in gold.
When each little girl had begun toddling around,
John held the watch close to her ear.
The little girls loved its tick and its tock–
the pocket watch trimmed in gold.
They lived on the hillside by rocks and rills
in the awesome and beautiful Ozark hills.
© 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
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this was so beautiful. I felt very honored to read what you shared with me
how nice of you to say that…he was a good man…a good Daddy…
Sweet tender remains is Marilyn. Lovely poem.
yes Carol…thanks for reading…
This is such a lovely tribute to your dad, Marilyn! He sounds like a wonderful man! Thanks for sharing this with me.
Beth
thanks for reading…
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Memories of my Dad!
The feelings of love spoken through a daughter’s heart. This is beautiful. I admire and like your dad already and didn’t even know him. And now a gift for you Marilyn. I am presenting you with a brand new award called, A Real Neat Blog Award!!!!
He sounds like a great guy and a terrific father. I enjoyed reading your post.
thank you…
Good to celebrate someone who had such a positive influence on your life :D TTS