My Father

A short while ago, I sent news to my family that I started a blog.

My Father's response: "Gee, I wish someone would show me how to create a 'blog' or a website where I can post stuff. I'm still living in the dark ages, so to speak. How nice that you can share your interests in this way."

My Father on the left, then Mother, then Donna and ???
Oh, and I'm in the middle, only a tiny fetus, as in the picture above.

My Grandparents home brings such nostalgia... long sold and repainted in shamefully tacky colors, these pictures are the only hints of truth I see.

You can't see it well, but there is a cement horse drilled to the concrete to my left.
I loved that horse- what wild imaginings it could conjure up in my creative mind!

This is Babe.
I don't know how I remember her name, for I am too young to remember this morning.

Man, what I wouldn't give for this T-Shirt!
I GOPHER YOU!
I wore it until the seems split and mourned it's retirement.
I still mourn it to this day:(
It so suited my personality.

The Breck girls.

And here we are in the 80s- for shame, shame for shame.
Oh that we might burn the dreadful pictures from the 80s!

Here I am in high school.
The Lansing State Journal was doing a story on braces.
Guess who showed up on the front page:)

So, here it is... my Father's very own blog.
And as you can see, he never lived in the dark ages.

I won't be able to do much for you in this life, Father, but here is a gift that will keep on giving:)

Love you,

Rachel

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