
There are few photos of Dad and it's very rare that there are any with us kids. This is one of two that I borrowed from Mom and had copies made.
Dad taught us many things. As we grew older, he taught us to hunt to supplement the family table. Rabbits and squirrels were normal fare during the winter months. I remember hunting cottontails when the full moon shining on the snow made it almost as bright as day. It was harder to hunt rabbits when the moon was full, but oh, I remember it being so pretty with the Northern Lights dancing on the snow on darker nights
Dad had one rule I will never forget and I've told Brandon that he must learn to do these things before he drives a car. We had to know how to change a tire, put gasoline in the tank and change the oil. He also taught us how to check fluid levels and listen for noises that would indicate there was something wrong. I'll never forget how he dressed me down when a wheel bearing seized on my car, but I never did forget that sound.
Dad taught all of us kids to drive. There were no driving schools back then and we drove tractors from a young age, but he was the one who taught us to drive on the road. He took me for my driving test and was so proud when I got my license on the first try.
Dad taught us we had to be honest, clean, kind and compassionate. He taught us a good work ethic and how to do hard physical labor. He said it didn't matter what kind of work you did, as long as it was honest.
Dad passed away in August 1981. There are many times even now when I would love to seek his advice. He worked hard to provide for his family for very little pay. We often had only the bare necessities, but our home was filled with love.