Way Back Dad

My Dad would have been 91 years old today. I sure do miss that man.
He was the best turkey carver…

Best Christmas tree getter…


Dancer… HA!!! LOL!!! He HATED dancing….

Proud first time grandpa…

Loving Dad…

Good teacher…

NO ONE could build a better wood pile…

EVEN after he wrecked his feet in a work accident…

He kept on splittin…

He loved the sunshine …

This one was taken in Hawaii in 1969, he bought that bathing suit on that trip and never got another one for the rest of his life! It had a matching shirt too!

He was the bestest Dad ever. He loved his family and his family loved him.
Happy Birthday Poppy… I miss you and love you.

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7 Responses to Way Back Dad

  1. jeff says:

    miss him alot too

    what a nice tribute to a worthy DAD

    Happy Birthday Captain Jack

  2. deb says:

    Yes, he was a fine father in law too! Miss him.

  3. caprik says:

    Wish I could have known him, but I sure do love his Family!

  4. CapriP says:

    I know he is smiling down on all of us…..

  5. Laurie --sister says:

    What a nice remembrance of our Dad. Especially liked the wood pile and the forever bathing suit!!!! He’ll never be forgotten.

  6. Jo says:

    Visiting here from Suzanne’s. My first visit just to say “hi” and this post brought tears to my eyes! What a wonder father you had….makes me miss my Dad too. He’s been gone for 11 years.

    • caprilis says:

      Thank you for stopping by AND for leaving a comment! What a coincidence… my dad passed 11 years ago as well! I hope you’ll come back visit often.

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