Chester Jennings, 1920 - 1992
No actual need for Father's Day
to remember mine . . . Still, it's
nice to have a special time ear
marked for celebration.
I can't think of my dad without
remembering camping trips,
road trips, drives . . .
I remember he'd pile us into the
car, ask for our silence, put on
some music and take off up the
mountain.
I remember him at work. He was
a phenomenal carpenter although
he was a mason at work. He made
sure I stood at a safe distance and
then I could watch as long as I
wanted.
Loved going canoeing with him.
Of course, he built his own. I got
to watch the miracle of its coming
into existence and then go with
dad on a lake.
I am ever so grateful that I got to
spend time with him as an adult.
He was such an interesting man,
a true eccentric. His conversations
were most interesting, knowledge
real. It was impossible to be in his
presence without learning.
Oh, how I miss him . . .
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