My Father

We always had a nice car. My father kept it very clean, putting on seat covers when it was new. The oil was always changed on time.

He wanted me to learn to drive so handed me the keys after a few days of practice and told me to drive up and down the driveway until I was ready to take the driver’s test. When I passed my test at age 13, he taught me how to change a tire and to read a map.

I think he was a frustrated doctor. He always took care of our scrapes and bumps. He would rock us in his big chair smoking his pipe then blowing the warm air in our ears that ached! He would paint our sore throats with iodine using a chicken feather to apply the medication - ugh!!

He had been raised on a farm. He would plant many vegetables on our half acre. Again everything was neatly organized in rows and no weeds were allowed.

Dad was a kind gentle man who would have time for each of us. We were fortunate to be raised in a happy family atmosphere!!

Elsie Johnson
Southbury, CT © 2015

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