Vol. 6 No 17
June 10, 2015
Remembering Dad … and “Greats” and “Grands” My Father
The Wisdom of our Father …
By Mrs. Rudy Kathryn Detweiler I wish I could send my father a Father’s Day Card and thank him for teaching us the way of the Lord and for providing our special needs and for playing with us in our games. He was a farmer, teaching me to milk my first cow when I was 6. He used to tell us work was his hobby and I’m thankful I could be his side helper from ages 6 to 16, Now he has reached the end of his journey. I wish him a Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.
Memories of Fathers, Grandfathers and Great Grandfathers By William Bender I remember all three. My great grandfather was Pinky. The time I remember him, he lived where Middlefield Pallet is now. He was 90 some years old when he died. I never saw him walk. He was in bed the last few years that he lived. He never rode in a car or bought a gallon of gas. The first funeral I remember was Pinky Mommy. She died in March and he died in December of the same year. Grandfather lived where Dan E. Miller lives now, the old Mose Borkholder Farm. Then, he moved out east of Route 87. There he had a lot of chickens. He took good care of his chickens. He always knocked on the door before he opened it. He let me go in and stand beside the door while he was in the chicken house. Now, Father I remember so much of him that I am not even going to start. He used to tell a lot of Somerset stories. That is where he was born and raised, Somerset, Pa., that is. When he was 18 they moved to Lancaster, Pa. From there they moved to Dover, Delaware. After Mom and Dad married, they moved to Geauga County.
Anon We have a Father Who caused the flowers to blossom at certain specified times during the day. The great botanist, Linnaeus, once said that if he had a conservatory containing the right kind of soil, moisture and temperature, he could tell the time of day by the flowers that were open or closed!
Memories of Grandfather By Linda Weaver My grandfather Albert Miller was actually a “step” as my grandmother Sarah Gingerich remarried when her husband Noah passed away. We visited them every week in the summer. I can just see him on his hickory rocker. He would often say, “Ah yup.” after whatever was said. I have many precious memories of those days and getting to know my “step” cousins who lived there! We played doll in their playhouse “corncrib” as often as possible, although the girls had to help with milking and farmwork as they got older.
Advice from Dad By Rachel Miller Here’s some advice Ivan gave our boys, “Don’t jump jobs.” Ivan worked at Johnson Rubber a long time. It wasn’t the best pay, but it was a steady job and if you worked hard, they appreciated you. And he also got good benefits.
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