Father, or for me, Daddy!

Those cars of my youth (50’s)

Now today:
He taught me to respect the underdog.
He was sure I could do anything, once I reached the mid 20s.
He showed me love for family.
His laugh was all over his being, he laughed like no other man I have known. He was known to laugh so hard he had to lay on the floor.
He was a genius with a 3^rd grade education.
I thought he was as strong as Samson.
He talked to cars and animals.
When a preacher would talk of Grace, Daddy would say, “I’ve got more Grace than anyone you know.” Mama’s name was Grace.
When he was sold on a product he became an unpaid salesman for the product. Two I know was “Quaker State Super Blend Motor Oil” and the ‘Rambler car.’
He taught me there was good in people. More good than bad.
He loved me, even when I disappointed him BIG TIME.
I wish every boy could have had a daddy like I did. I know it would be a better world.
He was the oldest of 12 children, they all respected him.
As a pastor, he left every church better off financially and in number than when he arrived.
He received a 100% confidence vote at every church he pastored.
He passed away 1972 at 69 years of age. At the time I thought that was a ‘ripe old age’, boy was I wrong.
I miss his common sense and support, I still miss my daddy!
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