Photo of the day: The last church Dad pastored, East Belmont Church of God. 1954-67, Where I met the love of my life, Sherry....
So for today:
My
daddy was from a family of 12 children. His dad was a farmer. He had to quit
school after the 3rd grade be a fulltime farm hand. He was the
oldest of 9 boys.
In
their time off, mostly Sunday afternoon, the boys explored. Once they came to a
big dirt bank beside a creek it was about 12 feet down to sand. They all wanted
to jump and finally Jessie said to dad, “Frank you are the oldest you go first
and let us know how it feels!” Dad said to their cheers he ran and jumped as
far as he could, it about killed him.
When he got his breath back he yelled up ‘jump as far as you can it is
the best ride you will ever have.’ None
of them were hurt badly but all were not happy with big brother.
Also..
He said they were stringing barbed wire near the dirt road by their farm; they tacked
wire to trees growing their fence line instead of posts when they could. A
gentleman stopped in a nice car to talk to the boys. He asked, “Don’t you worry
that the pine trees would grow up and raise the fence and eventually the cows
could get out?” Dad said I told him, “Sir,
trees grow out and get fatter, but they grow up from the top, sorta like weeds you
know.”
He
was a stickler about his car, “After you change the oil in your car, it will
feel so much better. Take care of your car it will take care of you.”
Most
know my dad was a preacher in a fundamental church. He loved to have children
in church, Back in his day many people would not ‘take’ their children to
church but would allow them to ride with neighbors or catch a church bus to
Sunday School. He made sure some of them made it to church..
Victor, a very good author and blogger http://timeforreflections.blogspot.com/2024/01/problems.html
has created a gem of a character
called Father Ignatius. When I read his
books and entries featuring the good Father, using common sense as he teaches
his flock, I see my dad The entry above hit me as something my dad would have
used. I have heard my dad tell young preachers, “Many people will not remember
our sermons in whole, but I try to say at least one thing that will be
remembered until next time.”
When Myra repeats what her pastor has
said, I actually think of dad.
When I was an Instructor, I once got a call into the Old Man’s Office.
He smiled as I reported in and said, ” Chief you are doing a great job, BUT I
stood outside your classroom today, and if your daddy said everything you say
he said, he must have talked all the time.”
”Well sir, he was a preacher!”
Nite Shipslog
PS !: PS:. Thanks for reading the Shipslog, hope to see you
again, take care and be safe. I cannot remember a lot, but there are times
things come back to us.
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4 comments:
I’m still thinking about the trees. Our neighbor built a tree house with a ladder to the ground. Now 40 years later, you have to have a ladder to reach the ladder. However, cows want live that long. But, I’m sure Trees do grow from the top just like everything else. except grass. That stuff grows from the roots all year!
Rambling
Lisa
Your diddy was a wise man. You were blesed to have him. So many good memories too~
Oh, I may have laughed out loud at your closing line.
I love how you remember so many of these stories. I'm pretty sure my dad would have loved to share more of his own exploits, had I expressed interest. Regrets!
Unfortunately one can never go back and "UNDO", however, you've moved so far forward in your path, am purdy shua your Dad is sitting in heaven telling your Mom stories about "HE KNEW YOU WERE SPECIAL"....just a Dad's thing.
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