Aug 25, 2010

If you ever had a hero, tell who. Tell why.

I had a three hero’s. My dad, my grandpa Hansen, (I never knew Grandpa Poulson enough to hold him up as a hero other than that he was my dad’s father) and my Uncle Mont.

Those three men held the place of hero’s in my life. Dad because of his love and gentle kindness which he always had for and toward me. Grandpa Hansen because of his love, spiritual strength and gentleness as well. Then Mont because, well he was Uncle Mont. He always could make me laugh and he was always fun to be with on the ranch and at his home. I also had a fourth hero but not one of the same gender as we normally consider people as we talk about hero’s but my Grandmother Nana was a hero to me as well because she loved me so much along with the other grandchildren and great grandchildren. Her cookies and tapioca pudding helped cement that honor for her too I suppose. Yes I had a lot of people to look up to as I grew up and the list would include a lot more than those four if I had time and space to explain. I was raised by goodly parents and by a caring and loving village or community.