Only have a couple of images, of me, and Dad... together.
The above... is my Favorite.
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The above is me, and Dad... in a nutshell, until the day he died.
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Mom always told me... that Dad 'worshiped the ground I walk on'.
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The feeling was mutual.
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Think of Dad... a Dozen Times a Day...
at
least.
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I remember... waiting for Dad to get Home, every evening, when I was a toddler.
Drove Mom... crazy, I'm sure.
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"When's Daddy coming Home??"
"How much longer... until Daddy gets Home??"
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Hahahahahaha!!
Dad and I...were inseparable, pretty much, since I can remember.
He took me with him... on every 'job', he could.
When I was little, often... I'd just sit in the Truck, while he worked.
Coloring, listening to the radio... or, reading.
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If it was nice... outside, I'd scope out the old Farm's where he'd be cutting up old Farm Machinery, for 'Scrap Iron'.
Often... there'd be a Creek, close by....
where I would wade... and watch the Minnows, and Crawdads.
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When Dad worked at the 'Sand Plant'... running a Dredge Line, he'd get me set up... at one of the Ponds, next to where he was dredging, with a Fishing Pole, and plenty of bait.
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I'd spend the day... Fishing for Bullheads.
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Dad... pretty much, 'Turned me Loose'...
let me find adventures, and explore.
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I always felt safe, was safe... because Dad was close by.
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Dad... let me 'learn'.
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One of my first memories... of 'Learning', was when I was about the age I was in the above image.
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Two, or Three.
I was riding Little Red, {Pony} my 'Best Friend'...
Beloved... Partner in Crime!!
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{Babysitter <3}
Dad... was working on an Old Truck... or Tractor.
I... was riding Little Red, all around our yard.
I... noticed a Bee's Nest, under the overhang... of our old Quonset Shed.
It fascinated.. 'two, or three' year old, me.
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Asked Dad... about it, he said...
"You'd better stay away from those Bees.
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They probably won't bother you, unless you 'bother' them."
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Kept riding Little Red, around... and around, but...
those
'Bees'...
I'd never seen anything like them.
Rode Little Red, next to an old Tree, broke off a twig...
then...
Little Red, and me...
headed back, to the
Old Shed.
Little Red and I... got close enough... so I could give that Beehive... a little poke.
Holy Smokes!!!
Next thing I knew...
Little Red... was Taking Me for a RIDE... Like He'd NEVER Done, Before!!!
GADS!!!
I Hit The Ground...
HARD!!!
GADS!!!
I... Ate a LOT of Dirt!!!
GADS!!!
Went Running to Dad....
Boo-Hooin'!!!
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Dad asked me, what happened.
I said...
"Little Red Bucked Me Off!!!"
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Dad just stood there...
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asked,
"Were you messing with that 'Bees Nest'??"
"well, a little."
Dad... said, "I warned you about staying away from those Bees.
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You... didn't listen...
now,
Poor... 'Little Red'... got 'Stung', 'hurt'...
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that's why... he 'ran'."
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Looking back, Dad... had to have watched every bit of my 'poor choices' unfold.
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yet...
he didn't intervene.
In my Eyes...
{that... aren't 'two, or... three...' anymore.}
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That's a Great Dad.
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Guarantee Ya, that was 'Difficult' for Dad to watch unfold.
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I could write a book, on mine... and Dad's
'Adventures'.
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I think of Dad... Countless Times, a day.
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Always, Always...
So
Grateful,
to be...
'Marion Conner's Daughter'
Always.
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Love to Ya...
Prayers for All.
Barb C.
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