This coming Sunday, June 17, 2012, will be Father’s
Day. I guess that is why I have been thinking so much about my father as well
as Ms Alberta.
Dad loved to tease Ms Alberta. In my mind, I can see
and hear them together. He would get a mischievous light in his eye and Ms
Albert would say “Now Harold!” Then they would be off and running; always with
my Dad in pursuit.
The picture I have used of the two of them together is
one that I took shortly after we moved into the house on old 31W, which is now called
Sportsman’s Lake Road, in Elizabethtown, Kentucky.
Dad was threatening to give Ms Alberta a ”whiskering”.
Ms Alberta had told him she wouldn’t give him a kiss because of his whisker stubble;
so of course the chase was on with us three children in close pursuit behind.
When Dad had a heart attack and died On January 14,
1967, he was forty two, Ms Alberta was forty, Danny was eighteen, Jean was seventeen;
and I had turned twenty one two weeks before in December.
I miss them both but know that I will see them again
some day when the Lord calls us all home.
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