June 18, 2010

Tell a favorite memory of your father.

The favorite memory of my father that comes to mind right now is each morning when he would come down to my room and wake me up. He let me sleep a little longer while he went and brought in the coal for the furnace and then he would tell me to get upp again and with the door open begin clinkering the furnace, in other words affair amount of noise. I would then get up and we would go out and milk the cows and do the rest of the chores together. He never sent me out to do them alone but was always there to help me each morning. At night I usually did them by myself since he was still at work when I would need to do them.