Happy birthday to my father, who sang "Little Brown Jug" to me as he drove me to Sunday School when Mother was in the hospital giving birth to my brother, who taught me how to swing a golf club, who financed my daughter's college education. Dad had a generous heart and a noble spirit.
And I hope he is with me still.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
In Memoriam
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Brother,
college,
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Golf,
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Little Brown Jug,
memory,
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Sunday School
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