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| This was photo was taken in 1945 of my Dad and his brothers. From left to right: Richard (my Dad), Keith, Jim and Jerry.
Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 84. This is a photo, as you can see, from 1945.
My dad left behind stories and books and poems that I now treasure in my studio. The other day one of his poems slipped out of a folder, "Hunting with my Dad."
This past week Jonah brought home his first deer to the family table. I wove the hunting poem with stories of family traditions of hunting. I hope you enjoy the column. It was a labor of love.
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
"Hunting with my Dad"
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Your blog honoring your father was touching. My family did not come from a hunting tradition but my husband's did. My husband tells stories of hunting with his father, particularly a tradition of Thanksgiving morning hunts. I had always considered hunting a some what barbaric practice;however, my husband learned to honor and respect the natural world and it's inhabitants. He too is a farmer, as was his father before him. I can hardly wait to share your father's poem with him.
Thank you,
Vickie P.
Dear Vickie,
Thank you for your comment. This tradition is strong in so many families, and I am glad you are able to understand it. I hope your husband is touched by the story as well. Lou Ann
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