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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