"...once upon a time, the world was sweeter than we knew, all the dreams were mine, how happy I was then....but once upon a time, never comes again.." Born after 5 years of marriage, and a child they never expected to have, I was a "daddy's girl". He could do anything, fix anything, had all the answers, and almost always a nickle for a popcicle or candy bar. He was the wind beneath my wings, as I learned to fly. Childhood bumps and bruised, scary hospitals and surgeries all got better, if he was there. He was a very patient man, who taught me much as I tagged along behind him. He showed me little plants in the woods, how to catch fish, where the best blueberries were, and so much more. He was born in 1911, married in 1935 as the USA was coming out of the Great Depression. I don't think life was ever easy for him, he worked hard always, supporting my mom, us three girls and my live-in grandma. Almost always, he worked at least 2 jobs to make ends meet. I had always thought I looked like my mom's side of the family. Lately I come to realize how much my 7 years old self(in this picture) looks like my Dad. My blond hair and blue eyes are a throw back to his family, and neither of my sisters have them. Happy Father's Day, Dad, I love you and miss every day.