Saturday, July 07, 2007
Remembering my father
My father died nine years ago today. It still seems like yesterday, and I remember him every day.
Regular readers know that either I or the Charlottesvillain write about him every July 7 and on All Saint's Day, his birthday. Today I am not going to write much that is new, other than to report that I spent the afternoon planting trees and other flora on some new property that we have acquired in Princeton. It has a stream running through it with no end of interesting creatures, and our father would have adored it. Charlottesvillain's wonderful eulogy, posted here a couple of years ago, explains why.
Below, a picture of a much younger me with my father, seven years before his death, and my son at less than six months old. Below that, a picture of my father in the summer of 1936, a few months older than my son was in the first picture, graciously supplied by our family archivist, GreenmanTim.
We love you, Dad.
2 Comments:
By 
Fausta, at
Sun Jul 08, 10:36:00 AM:
Lovely post.
And the family resemblance is definitely there!
By 
, at
Sun Jul 08, 02:43:00 PM:
nice, Tigerhawk. hope you enjoyed the annual cigar. my Dad was born in 1936 too.
