My dad grew up with 2 sisters in a small town in Ohio. Born from parents, one of German decent, the other Irish. Work was hard and expected. Life had changed somewhat when Mom died and left a family to pick up the pieces, and not well I might add because of the time when men didn’t show their true feelings to anyone, let alone own family members. Imagine life growing up in that small town in the same house your grandparents lived in and the things you experienced.
Some moments were concoted of smells, sights, feelings, the air moving in a soutwesterly fashion even. It was a life with movement, mayhem and colorful. The hues expressed on the wheel of life were as different as the stars in the sky and I am hoping to express at least a morsel of this for myself, my kids, nieces and nephews and anyone who enjoys reading about a man and his daughter and a lifetime of reflections.
……Bustersdaughter……
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