MY FAVOURITE memories of my DAD
(1) My first memory is of holding my Dad's hand while walking down the stairs into our basement suite. I wasn't more than 2 yrs old at the time
(2) I remember Mom & Dad taking us to a buffalo jump once, I was probably5 or 6, I guess. I was sitting on the edge of the bank swinging my foot and I guess my shoe was loose because it suddenly dropped off and fell maybe about 7 feet down the bank. My older brother was immediately disgusted with me, and I guess I thought I was in trouble, but Dad without a word climbed down the bank and quietly gave me my shoe back. For some reason it was a hero worship moment for me that I always think about and smile to myself over.. :)
(3) The times Dad would go hunting with Granpa or Uncle Reuben or someone and I would wake up to see a deer hanging to cool in a tree.. Dad was a good provider.
(4) Dad loved animals, especially dogs, he always had a dog, and the two most memorable dogs were Scamp and Sheba.. Scamp was more us kids' dog, but Sheba was Dad's!! He found her tangled by her rope in a ditch while he was walking.. I don't think that dog ever forgot how Dad rescued her, she would have done anything for Dad..
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