Memories of My Father - Part 1

 
   One of my earliest memories of Dad was hearing the horse & buggy arriving home and tugging, pushing, and dragging a heavy kitchen chair across the uneven floor to the door and struggling to get up on it to look out the window in the door watching for Dad to come in. Then getting so excited when he comes up the path that I forget he can't come in while my chair is against the door and having to get down and push is away and then being caught up in my Daddy's arms and being intrigued by the tiny icicles on his beard.

   After supper my sisters Lizzie & Katie wold join me as we'd untie Dad's shoes and help each other tug and pull to get his shoes off, taking many a merry tumble on the floor till we finally succeeded.

   Next would be memories of sitting on Dad's lap in church. Snuggling as close to him as possible to be safe from the big boys in the back who made faces or winked at me if I looked at them and gradually being lulled to sleep by the preacher's voice droning on and on.

   Also remember getting jealous of the little boys that came over to my Dad after church when the men sat around visiting and my Dad would talk to them and give them candy - That was my Dad and therefore my candy!

   These memories I know where when I was three years old and younger because they were of Bowling Green, MO, and we moved out of there when I was three.

- Mamaw Graber

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Everytime I come to this blog I think of a warm fireplace with everybody relaxing around it sharing stories and a few jokes.....I can hear the wind whipping the snow into a blizzard outside and uh, I am sorry dad but I don't see any internet here...a few books and Joseph telling some story about a lost billfold in Montana.
Ruth is curled up on the couch with Dorcas who asked some question about Idlewild whom both Rosemary and Rachel start to answer simultaneously-dad shakes his head and gets up to get more popcorn that mom just got done making in the kitchen.
David is making a truck out of legos on the floor but my dog just snatched it and ran with Timmy right behind him.
Mom is sitting back down in her rocking chair as Brittany curls up in her 'mamaws' lap. The door blows open as Isaiah blows in with some more wood for the fire.
Me? I'm sitting over there cleaning my gun after scolding Ace who's quietly laying by my feet.

Don't you just love it? Or am I the only one....?