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Notes: Dad was a good man . . . worked like a dog . . .worked US like a dog; but he also knew how to play! I liked the latter one the best. I have many fond memories of swimming and skiing at the lake - and when mom and dad moved - swimming in the pool they built. Seems as a young girl, I always had water right out my back door. Those were good days.
And my dad could throw a good party, too - before AND after he came face to face with Jesus. It's just that afterward he didn't make those trips to the ABC store - and we're not talking apples, beets and carrots! The best party ever began every July 3rd. Mark (hubby) and I, along with our 4 kiddo's would pack our swim suits and hurry to mom and dad's to begin preparing for the big BBQ. The guys stayed up most the night slow cooking the ribs and the girls were busy making mom’s homemade barbecue sauce, preparing side dishes and decorating with all the red, white and blue we could find, all in anticipation of the myriad of guest soon to appear! Mom and dad invited the friends at two small churches we attended-one church was not enough for them! They also invited all their income tax customers-turned friends, co-workers, dogs on the street . . . you get the picture; dad was a social butterfly and a generous man. And mom was Miss Hospitality, so add our child labor into the mix and that made for some really fun times. One of the best parts of those celebrations came early in the morning, when the meat had been slow cooking for hours on dad’s special-made grill. Those tender and moist end pieces would be cut from the ribs and distributed to the labor force! We slowed down long enough to savor the deliciously satisfying "taste of good things to come." Boy, do I miss those niblets . . . and my dad.
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