Because of Father's Day, I have been thinking a lot about my Dad who died 30 years ago in April. We were very close, and I did a lot of things with him because I was the "boy he never had" - four daughters instead. I have great memories of going fishing in a rowboat on local lakes with Dad, and helping him build a fence in our back yard. Up until I was 10 years old, my dad and uncle owned a sand and gravel business, with a big gravel pit near our home. During spring and summer breaks from school, I loved to ride around with my Dad when he delivered loads of gravel in one of the dump trucks, and watching him drive the loader, filling the back of the truck with whatever size the customer had ordered. Another fond memory is when Dad would take me into town on Friday evening for my accordian lesson, and my two years younger sister would often come along as well. After wards, Dad would take us for an ice cream cone, and sometimes as a special treat, we would go to Eatons, the department store, and my sister and I would each be allowed to pick out 1 yard of cotton, to make something for our dolls to wear. My parents recognized early on that I was a creative sort, and I was often the recipient of kits to make various projects - dolls, animals, pipe cleaner projects, paintings. I realize today how much helping my father with building projects has influenced my creative urge, and given me the independence and courage to tackle jobs around the house and yard that most other women wait for a man to do. Thanks Dad.
What special memories to have of your father from when you were young?