Daddy

Daddy

 

He is stingy with his words, my father,

and with his money too,

at least to strangers.

A quiet man whom education eluded

but common sense retrieved

and schooled well.

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Daddy checking fire lines during the 2007 wildfires in south GA

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Daddy, although retired after 42 years of working, still being consulted by other foresters & firefighters during the 2007 wildfires.

 

He labored beside men, while still a child

dipping turpentine in the pine forests…

the burden of being the eldest son

laid heavily on his young shoulders

like the cumbersome yoke on the oxen he drove.

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Age 12-this jacket was the first thing he bought with his own money

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Daddy, one of his sisters~Evelyn, and his parents~Trudy & Jim(1953)

 

His earnings weren’t his, but the family’s.

He stayed with them when long grown

to help provide for siblings, younger and many

until he had fulfilled his duty,

and could start a family of his own.

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Daddy, Momma, & two of daddy's younger siblings~Lenora & Franklin at the Suwannee River bridge in Fargo, GA (1955)

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Momma, Daddy & me (Nov. 1964) just two month before my younger brother was born


His money rests now in a bank

a testament to his long years of hard labor.

It is his security blanket,

his proof of tangible worth

his cushion against old age

and the indelible scourge of the Depression.

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Daddy & my nephew Micah in 1999 dressed for Easter Sunday services


The years have thinned and grayed his hair,

and managed to slow his gait.

He still has little tolerance for idle chatter

or frivolous expenditures of time.

But somehow, Momma always makes him smile.

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Momma "laying on a kiss" after their 50th anniversary party in 2006

To some it might seem his impatience

is overt and unsociable,

for the distance he maintains

is from many years of practice.

 

But I know, and always have,

the love he holds for us,

and I understand the reason

why it's so hard to make him smile…

 

You see, he was always an adult

even when he was barely nine

working from dawn to dusk,

and he never had the chance

to learn to how to play as a child.

 

Rose S. Williams

©Southernstoryteller

 

A post in honor of my Daddy, J.T. Steedley, who turns 78 on Feb. 20th, 2009. I love him so very much and know that everything he has ever worked hard for has been for his family. He gave me my love for Nature and the outdoors, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Happy Birthday Daddy ;-)

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Daddy and me in a boat in Blue Lake last Feb on his birthday.

Love,

Rose


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I'm learning new things every day which is a surprise since, when I was younger, I thought that by the time someone was 50, they knew everything. It isn't so. And 50 doesn't seem so old anymore, either ;-)I'm on a self-imposed course of improvement a

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