An R.W. Day
This would have been a day that Raymond Wendlandt would have been sitting on the bench right outside our back door . . . for the entire day. The neighbor to the direct south had a crew in cutting down a Black Walnut tree that I am sure was close to 100 years old. This would have been right up Dad’s alley to sit, taking it all in while sipping on Folgers coffee.
Often I think of many things that Dad would have enjoyed as they have come upon my life in the recent years. Dad was too young at 72 years of age to be called home. I have outlived Dad by three years in this 2019 year. That fact is not taken for granted by me. Each day there must be local effort on my part to make the most of all that there is to see, to do, to take in. Perhaps I do believe in the old adage that idle hands are the work of the devil. I can tell you all, the devil is not working within me.
Striving to continue to learn is how I honor both of my parents. Raymond and Lena would dip their toes into new endeavors without fail. Mom had her rug loom, Dad had his sawmill. Both of my parents had a zest for learning and creating. I thank my Good Lord for the genes I have. My quests have not always come naturally. Try, try, try again. Good grief. I refuse to give in. Sometimes I wear myself out and I know to walk away for a bit, take a deep breath and then hit it again. Sure enough. I can do it. Reading directions and watching YouTube videos is a huge assist!
Yup, Dad would have enjoyed being here today. I, as always, love the memories that Dad evokes.