Harley, this is beautiful. It's a wonderful tribute to your Daddy. It brought me to tears in several places because your love and devotion for him was so real I could feel it. I wish I could upvote it one hundred times.
... and I have no doubts. He is still very proud of you.
Harley, this is beautiful, and I know exactly how you feel about your dad's jacket. I had my dad's old Carrhart work jacket when I was in my early 20s (this was before they were "fashionable" haha). I had joined the Army (against his wishes) and I was very unhappy. Wearing his torn and faded jacket in my off-duty times gave me a warm feeling of stability and home. Unfortunately, I lost that jacket when I bailed on the Army, but my dad, who is still alive at 85, has given me his old leather motorcycle jacket. That coat hangs in my closet like your dad's, in need of repair, but there just the same.
My dad worked hard as a union carpenter all his life; he raised 8 children. (I grew up scared to death to have the kinds of responsibilities he had! )
Your dad sounds like a rock; someone you always knew you could rely on. That's invaluable. I had that, too. We're lucky, Harley!
Harley, I appreciate your comments about your cousin Maurice for I am sure that had to be me. I have two things to tell you. Our cousin Glenn Burkholder died in the Tofield hospital on Tue. or Wed. He was living in what we called Aunt Nora's house. The house had been white since it's building around 1919, but Glen had painted it green. I have his Obituary, but I don't have your email.
Harley, this is beautiful. It's a wonderful tribute to your Daddy. It brought me to tears in several places because your love and devotion for him was so real I could feel it. I wish I could upvote it one hundred times.
... and I have no doubts. He is still very proud of you.
Thank you, C.J. These has been one of my most popular poem on Substack. Thanks for sharing.
I can see why they are popular, Harley. You’re very welcome!
Harley, this is beautiful, and I know exactly how you feel about your dad's jacket. I had my dad's old Carrhart work jacket when I was in my early 20s (this was before they were "fashionable" haha). I had joined the Army (against his wishes) and I was very unhappy. Wearing his torn and faded jacket in my off-duty times gave me a warm feeling of stability and home. Unfortunately, I lost that jacket when I bailed on the Army, but my dad, who is still alive at 85, has given me his old leather motorcycle jacket. That coat hangs in my closet like your dad's, in need of repair, but there just the same.
My dad worked hard as a union carpenter all his life; he raised 8 children. (I grew up scared to death to have the kinds of responsibilities he had! )
Your dad sounds like a rock; someone you always knew you could rely on. That's invaluable. I had that, too. We're lucky, Harley!
Thanks, Don, for sharing about your dad. And thanks for reading.
Harley, I appreciate your comments about your cousin Maurice for I am sure that had to be me. I have two things to tell you. Our cousin Glenn Burkholder died in the Tofield hospital on Tue. or Wed. He was living in what we called Aunt Nora's house. The house had been white since it's building around 1919, but Glen had painted it green. I have his Obituary, but I don't have your email.
Thanks, Maurice. I met Glen back in 1972 on my trip through Canada. I am sorry to hear of his passing.