It’s Father’s Day this weekend, which means it’s time for thoughtful, well-crafted reminiscences about one’s father. Unfortunately, I’m kind of swamped at the moment. Fortunately, I’ve already written about my father…
You know the saying — that people must be ready to reinvent themselves and adapt in order to survive in these competitive times.
My father had that covered long before the concepts of “recession” and “self-publishing” were everywhere.
In his first life, he was a farmer. He grew up on a mixed cattle and grain farm in Alberta, driving tractors and combines. Old red barn, falling-down granaries, sloughs, windbreaks, fields of grain, hay bales stacked up in long rows, one-room schoolhouse, all of that. (You can see photos of the farm at McKinney Photography.) Even when he left the farm, he worked with his hands for a while, surveying, fixing cars, on his way to a blue-collar life.
Except that’s not where he ended up.
Read the rest here. And, if you can, hug your dad this weekend. My thoughts go out to those of you who can’t.
See you back here on Monday!