FATHERS DAY

My father. Excuse me but I think I will refer to him as my dad.

I was his first born. He worked hard and had many set backs early in my life. He was injured at work and as a result lost his thumb and forefinger on his left hand. He and my mom buried

their third born Margaret at the age of 3 of pneumonia. She was buried in Oakwood Cemetery in my grandparents family plot because they did not have the funds that would give them   a place of their own. This troubled my dad. Later he was working with my uncle (his brother) at a factory in Danville. Then he delivered coal to people. He was a taxi driver also for years. Then he drove a bus for awhile. Then he was able to work for the railroad as a dispatcher. One day he came to our home .I was a mom of four by then. He was on a mission of love.

In the back of his truck was a girls bike. He said it was long over due but he wanted me to have my childhood dream. Memories are so precious.