I reported on Jennie's Mothers Day so I guess I need to review my Father's Day.
From Matt, I got an Amazon gift card, a wallet and a couple of shirts (that I'm sure Jennie picked out.)
From Bryan, I got a Google Play gift card and the promise of a place to sleep when Jennie and I go to Seattle in a few weeks.
Erik didn't write a poem for me. Not enough words rhyme with "Redneck". He did call and say that he and Veronica had signed me up for one of those " ______ of the Month" clubs. He didn't reveal what so it'll be a surprise when it arrives. I'm hoping it's something like "Lazagna of the Month" but it'll probably be more like the "Mustache Wax of the Month Club."
Matt also got me a card that gave me a good laugh...
He thought I laughed a little too hard. I can't figure out who he got his sense of humor from.
I can't help but remember the good things about you. I am trying my best to forget the bad things. I know you were too old fashion. You didn't know a lot about keeping up with the times. When you went to school, you got to go barefooted and very dirty but so did all of the other children. You only had to go to school just seven months a year, cause that was all there was. You only went to sixth grade. You told me when you went to school you didn't have to study for a test and you didn't have any homework assignments to do.
You couldn't understand how it was like to have to go to school nine months a year. You couldn't understand that we had to go to school with shoes on our feet and dressed without big tears, big stains, and bad smells. If we did we were sent home. You didn't seem to know if we didn't go to school every day the teachers will fuss about it and you will have to pay fines for it. You also couldn't understand what it was like to have to wait in a bus line every morning and every evening; cause you got to walk to school.
I have to admit you did keep us all in school supplies and we always had lunch money. I always wished I had good learning abilities. I would have behaved a lot better. I was so worried that I would fail another year in school.
I love you, Daddy. I do miss you. I tried my best to see to it you lived past ninety and you did. I tried to see to it that you had it good the last half of your marriage to mother. I felt like I did. I did my best to give you flowers while you lived. Thanks for keeping me with a car when I needed it and a lot of other things.
Posted by Sherry
