Memories of my child hood..

Walking down the lane of my childhood memories... I come along the shore line with my Dad.  He shows me a shell which I have to this day.  My Dad loves the out of doors.  He finds a piece of weathered wood.

As a child I would run outside, when my Dad came home from work.  He grew up on a farm and the farm has never left him.  He would walk around the yard every night and notice how much everything had grown from the day before. He just turned 75 this Dec. 1, 2009 and he still walks his yard.  He  has, also,  ridden over 3,000 miles on his bike this year.

In the winter, I would watch my Dad do woodworking projects and fix it projects around the house.  One thing that he did every so often was reupholster our living room couch. When I graduated from high school, my parents got their first new couch and living room furniture.

Then I married and my Dad has made a toy box for the kids,  benches for the kitchen table, gun cabinet for one of my sons, a kneeler for one of my daughters.

Dad has believed in me and my endeavors.  I will remember these things always.