Tommorow I will go spend the day with my “Daddy”…and I will thank God for this as I so often Do.
When people talk about “treasures” and “richs” and things they have achieved…I think not of the “posessions” we have aquired through the years…but of my family and how Blessed I am.
When people talk of the many places they have traveled…and the wonders they have seen…I think of camping up on the santee river with my momma and daddy … waking to a cold chill in the air…the smell of mom cooking breakfast…and daddy chopping wood.I think of morning sunrises on the water…the smell of the marsh…the sound of water as it rushed past the boat… the cry of gulls overhead. Catching bumble bees and lightening bugs in jars…playing tag in the dark…and hearing the lone sound of a whipper will calling,and then my daddy calling out from the back door telling us it was time to come in.
Riding down the back roads as a little girl , my sister beside me on the back seat…mom and dad laughing in the front…after a trip to georgetown for groceries…and eating a baked chicken and fresh sliced bread from the store on the way home…5 star restaurant stuff for sure.
Trips out to the beach looking for shells…the drone of my daddys shrimp boat engine and the gentle roll of the boat as I watched the outriggers dip slowly to the left…then to the right . Fried fish and stewed tomatoes…the sound of my daddy walking through the house getting ready to go in the creek before the sun had risen. The smell of strong black coffee.
Laughter…lots of laughter.
Family dinners together.
Rides through the woods in the truck as we looked for turkeys and anything else that might cross our path as we traveled down the dirt roads…and long walks together. Later learning how to drive on these same roads…thank goodness the ditches werent very deep. 
Waking mom and daddy at four oclock on Christmas morning…fruit and raisins in our stckings… books and clothes…sleeping bags…flash lights…light brites…e
Thanks as always Penny!
Wowza, great pics. My son (and, I) would lay an egg in the boat if a dolphin did that. This dolphin must know you guys real well!
Moral judgment under girds the entire structure of laws and is necessary for the rational structure of any significant statute. The idea that our laws can stand independent of moral foundation is senseless.----- Albert Mohler.
He does…he plays a game with us called rock the humans I. The boat…and if they ignore me then I will splash them until they are soaking wet. Search some of my crabbing with daddy reports and there’s more pics and a few short videos. Happy Father’s Day!
miss’n fish’n
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Cool pic with the dolphin. That is crazy!
You make me want to shake your dad’s hand.
Here are a few of my dad doing what we loved to do. These were all taken in Alvin, TX (and surrounding areas) around 1982. He passed away in 2001 from cancer, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and how he’d be so incredibly proud of his two grandbabies.
Dad on the far right. Dude from “weekend at Bernie’s” in the middle.
Moral judgment under girds the entire structure of laws and is necessary for the rational structure of any significant statute. The idea that our laws can stand independent of moral foundation is senseless.----- Albert Mohler.
Is the little boy in the last pic you? Nice pics…and I love the one of the bison/buffalo drinking the beer…I had a horse that would do that…but it would also let me brush its teeth ;).
Was a great day at home with the family. Among his other gifts from me…I gave daddy a couple of the nice light weight vented fishing shirts and one of the hats with the flap that hangs down your neck and he laughed like crazy…and asked me if I was trying to make him"look like one of them purty’ fishermen". …:). He is a mess.
miss’n fish’n
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Beautiful words, Penny.
I remember fishing in a tiny aluminum Jon boat with my brother and my dad. Every time I take my son fishing and untangle a mess of fishing line, I smile and think of my dad’s patience when he used to do the same for me. I remember bringing home a mess of bream we pulled off the beds or some big fat bass and proudly showing Mom our catch.
The first time Dad took us camping, he borrowed a tent from a friend. We headed up to Givhan’s and set up. As we were setting up the tent, about half of the ceiling ripped wide open. I remember my brother and I snuggling as close as we could get to him the whole night. If the tent hadn’t torn, it wouldn’t have been so memorable, but that’s a story we still tell and an experience we have never forgotten.
Having a good dad is a real blessing. My dad set the bar pretty high with getting us out into nature and explaining the importance of preserving it and leaving things as we found them. He was constantly telling us how lucky we were to live where we do. I didn’t realize the beauty in all the sunrises and sunsets we saw out on the water when I was young, but now every time I see one I take the time to enjoy it and thank God for his blessings.
Thanks, Dad.
Semper Fi
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Now that is awesome! Love the pics!
miss’n fish’n
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