Little Memories of My Sweet Dad
* Every Sunday when I was a child, he would press a quarter into my hand for my Sunday School Offering.* He would NEVER FAIL to pick me up if I had a doctor appointment or music lesson. He was dependable and was always there when he said he would be.* On our way home from evening church services, he would “surprise” us girls (every time), and we would stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream cones.* He loved fast food.* He sat on the couch every evening writing out his paperwork for work on his lap board desk. I love his sweet handwriting!* His mom would call him “My Baby!” even after he grew up.* He shared his love of Mt. Rainier with us girls, and took us camping and hiking, and now we love the mountain, too.* He told us so many fun and memorable stories of his life growing up on the farm… ask me about Punky and Dickie Fritz, the Laviola Family, and the wild ride on the hay wagon up Portland Avenue.* I loved hearing him play “Whispering Hope” on his accordion.* He was an amazing landscaper, and every place he lived was a showcase of his artistry.By Janice Kvamme