Today is my Dad's 71st birthday. He has had so many health issues since I got married that I consider each and every year that he is here to be a blessing and a gift from God. My Dad is quite the fellow- I cannot think of one thing that he cannot do. He can fix anything that breaks, he is probably one of the strongest men I have ever met, he can play any stringed instrument (and is self-taught), he repairs instruments for his friends, he is kind and sweet and gentle and I love him to pieces.
Daddy grew up on a farm. They had cattle and all sorts of other 'farming things' going on. I know that he would get up in the morning to do his work on the farm, go to school, come home and finish his work and then he would do his homework and study until bedtime. He is the oldest of four children. When I was little Daddy used to love to hunt and fish. He stopped hunting after Steve was killed but he continued to fish and still takes his boat down to the local lake (when it has water!) and enjoys it.