Thanks Mike!

 As we get older, we hopefully get wiser. Little flash backs help us remember the good times and enable us to push forward on our journey.

I have jokingly referred, to the fact, that my father often referred to me as "domkop". I know he didn't mean it literally, but whenever I did something not too bright (up to the standard to which he thought any fool was capable), I was lovingly called "domkop". And, at the time, I was unfamiliar with the translation of the word.....but, I knew it wasn't sweetheart!

But, in spite of whatever he called me, I want it noted that this same man, also, taught me some of the best lessons a girl could learn. At the age of nine, I got my first electric drill, and he taught me how to use it. I have always known the difference between a wood screw and a metal screw, the difference between a Phillips Head Screwdriver and a regular one, and where and when to use most hand tools. I can drive a straight nail and I know the difference between a sharpshooter and a snow shovel. So on and so on. 

Now, Lord knows he always said that I threw like a girl (uh, duh), and I never did get better at that skill. But, this week I proudly repaired the storm door with my ancient handy "man" knowledge. 

Thank you, Dad.

Lord, we thank you, for the memories of people and times long past.