I received a couple persimmons in the mail yesterday and it got me to thinking about Dad. You see if you were to take a right at the end of the his driveway on a lovely fall afternoon on your way to visit Moses or just to get some fresh air you would pass a great, tall Persimmon tree. Dad would sing the praises of a ripe persimmon and proceed to determine if the persimmons were ripe as yet. I seem to recall one of the ways he knew they were ripe without getting a horribly puckered mouth was if he had seen the deer eating them. I like these memories of "Nature Dad" , like how he could tell if it was an armadillo with a slight limp that had crossed the riverbed or a raccoon hunting crayfish in the moonlight. And man could he locate any troll in any state under any bridge!!!
I received a couple persimmons in the mail yesterday and it got me to thinking about Dad. You see if you were to take a right at the end of the his driveway on a lovely fall afternoon on your way to visit Moses or just to get some fresh air you would pass a great, tall Persimmon tree. Dad would sing the praises of a ripe persimmon and proceed to determine if the persimmons were ripe as yet. I seem to recall one of the ways he knew they were ripe without getting a horribly puckered mouth was if he had seen the deer eating them. I like these memories of "Nature Dad" , like how he could tell if it was an armadillo with a slight limp that had crossed the riverbed or a raccoon hunting crayfish in the moonlight. And man could he locate any troll in any state under any bridge!!!
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Nature Dad indeed... thanks Sis. I didn't know about the persimmon tree near the old homestead, but I do know nature Dad. I loved him where ever I found him but most of all in his childhood haunts. When he took us to Madden Hole, when we poked around the woods he knew a child, when he'd trace the seasonal variations of his own little plot of God's good earth there on Clinton road.. spelling out his plans to personalize it this way or that. I would like to (with Becky's blessing of course) build the fountain and pond he had planned... but probably won't get round to it. But I can imagine how he'd know every lizard and frog that came to drink there and like his father before him ... could imagine his delight on seeing a cardinal or blue bird stop for a drink. Thanks for bringing me round to these memories and thoughts Reachel.
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I still like the preditor nature dad the best,who would of guest.
Talking with dads budies about cooning and all niter with nothin but the barest supleis with dad in the lead was the high light of dads servis at the church for me.Dad had a quite a Huck Fin beging in the huants you mention Bert.
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