Daddy was a very gentle man. Most people who knew him didn't see this side of him. He was a very hard worker. he could work circles around most other men. He could bust stumps right up until he got sick and he did. He cleared his whole property by hand. That is why I can NEVER sell that place. My Daddy cleared every stump, rock, etc. by hand and made that home place what it is. It was just woods when we bought it. He cleared it and built that house. To me that is HOME! I go there now and I am home. I feel safe there! Daddy is not there anymore but his spirit is still there and I can feel him in the dirt there. Daddy never hurt one hair on my head. He protected them all.
My poor husband has had HUGE shoes to fill! My Daddy was such an awesome man that I expected my husband to be just like him! I know many girls have good daddies. But many don't. Now don't get me wrong, my Daddy was strict! VERY STRICT! He had very high expectations of his children and he demanded them of us! We were always to respect and obey our Mother! That was a given. What Momma said was the rule! Daddy's favorite saying was, "what did your Mother say?" If Momma allowed it then we did it, if Momma questioned it for a second then it was mute. He trusted Momma hands down.
Daddy was so proud of Mother! He was very demanding of her. He expected her to be the perfect wife and she strived to be that perfect wife for him too. He thought no body else on the face of the Earth was a better seamstress than Momma. And he was pretty much right! She was/is a beautiful seamstress. Made all my clothes when I was a little girl. She would go to the top retail stores and see dresses and then go home and make them for me. You should have heard Daddy tell the stories about Windbaums in Tuscumbia and the scraps. He said Momma could make me a beautiful dress out of scraps from the scrap bin for free. He was right and I was beautiful too. Momma could sew me a princess dress out of a flour sack.
Daddy also thought no body else could cook but my Mother and his Mother. He wouldn't eat anybody elses' cooking but Mommas! This is why we didn't eat out much. Momma was a terrific cook and Daddy loved her cooking. She taught me and John everything she knew in the kitchen too. Andrea never like to cook or took an interest in the kitchen area. She was usually scared of the oven, when she was a little girl. I can cook pretty well, if I say so myself. My Daddy loved for me to cook for him. I made all his meals the last year of his life. He loved it too. I wish I had kept a running log of all the cakes and pies I made for him. He loved them. I got up every morning and made home made biscuits for him too. Rolled them out and all. He loved this. He would eat a huge old fashioned breakfast. He loved bacon. I fed him all he wanted.
I would give a million dollars this morning to cook for my Daddy! I would cook whatever he wanted! I know that he is eating the best food ever right up there with Jesus though and that is a comforting feeling. He is waiting on me to come join him in Paradise and sit there with him and hear him sing with the Angels. My Daddy could sing beautifully! He had a voice like the Angels. I loved to hear him sing! I can't wait to hear him sing again!
Thank YOU Lord for my wonderful Daddy! I miss him so!
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