Thursday, June 15, 2017

Remembering Daddy

I don't remember Dad ever wearing sunglasses , but I do remember that tilt of his head so that the brim of his straw hat or winter cap could shade his eyes from the bright Wyoming sun.  The backdoor steps were a good place to sit and absorb the southern warmth.  He is with Robert and Jay in the spring of 1968, one of our few visits home to Penrose.

This is one of the last photos I took of our father before he left Olympia and returned to Cody and the western sunsets.  There is a peek at the historic "pole chair" to his side.   How I love and miss his smile.