This picture tells more than I can about my dad; his optimism and his love of people shine through. He grew up in the city during the 1930s, one of 7 children. Except during the war, when he was stationed in Hawaii, he never lived anywhere but St. Louis, and never wanted to. His dad was a city police officer. From the time he came back from the war till the day he retired, he worked for the same company.
I took this photo on a family vacation to Lake of the Ozarks in the late 90s. I think he had just sunk a long putt—as long as you can get in miniature golf. He loved family dinners and telling a funny stories. He always taught us to make the best of any situation. Thanks, Pop!
What a sweet photo. It really puts across the warm character you describe :)
ReplyDeleteThe best! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWe're very lucky to have such people in our lives—maybe luckier than we know!
ReplyDeleteNice to have such a beautiful photo of your proud dad, on this photo he looks very happy and nice to talk with.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of our favorite photos! There was nothing he liked better than talking with friendly people. Thanks for your comment!
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