on a day when we can settle recruiting battles later, OJ conspiracies, woody adolescence, 3* Wars and Y'all have a rope after VNM
Let's stop and appreciate something about your dad. For those who still have him, call him, for those who don't for sure remember him here
My dad was the a 42 war baby and the third generation sharecropper son; Who even after a parent divorce in the 50s, which was unheard of, worked as a barber, the railroad and farmed 200 acres to put his way thru college and eventually seminary. He was not always a easy man, because his dad taught him little about how to love. But taught me hard work would always cloth me and put food on the table. Taught me how to hunt and gave me a passion there that is unrivaled in many ways. Aways been there to watch the Vols with me. We have row cropped, fenced property, built pole barns, truck patched and gone to bed many nights wore out unable to move. But learning how to work was one of be best life lessons he could give me. And yes he taught me to run a trot line or find a deer. I also love the fact he taught me about God and his forgiveness.
One of my best memories growing up was everytime it snowed him getting me out of school and sitting in a blind or pit eating hillshire smoked sausage Vienna sausage and ritz crackers in pursuit of ducks or geese that were hard to come by on a preachers salary. But for those days I would take nothing for it. Love you dad.
Let's stop and appreciate something about your dad. For those who still have him, call him, for those who don't for sure remember him here
My dad was the a 42 war baby and the third generation sharecropper son; Who even after a parent divorce in the 50s, which was unheard of, worked as a barber, the railroad and farmed 200 acres to put his way thru college and eventually seminary. He was not always a easy man, because his dad taught him little about how to love. But taught me hard work would always cloth me and put food on the table. Taught me how to hunt and gave me a passion there that is unrivaled in many ways. Aways been there to watch the Vols with me. We have row cropped, fenced property, built pole barns, truck patched and gone to bed many nights wore out unable to move. But learning how to work was one of be best life lessons he could give me. And yes he taught me to run a trot line or find a deer. I also love the fact he taught me about God and his forgiveness.
One of my best memories growing up was everytime it snowed him getting me out of school and sitting in a blind or pit eating hillshire smoked sausage Vienna sausage and ritz crackers in pursuit of ducks or geese that were hard to come by on a preachers salary. But for those days I would take nothing for it. Love you dad.
