I am sitting in my daughter (Chalice's) living room waiting for our Granddaughter come home from a party.  It is 10:00 PM at least a hour past my bed time and I haven't done this since my children were teenagers.  Very weird, but I will not be able to sleep until she comes home.  So I am taking minute to write down some thoughts I have been having lately.

This September I for the third fall went to work in the harvest in Idaho.  While there I lived with my Dad and his dog.  I found that I was drawn more and more to Dad and concerned about his welfare.  He has had some financial issues and I felt the only way I could help him would be to take him home with me to Texas and take care of him for a couple of months or as long as he would stay.  I would not force him but only suggest it to him.  A week before I left to come home he said he would like to go home with  me.  So we have him here in Texas with us and we are really enjoying him and so are my grandchildren.

After we got home Mandy's son Ray invited him to a lunch to honor Veterans.  He took him to the front of the class and introduced him as a WWII vet.  There were ooooos and aaaas and an applause to honor his service.  I have been listening to all his stories that he tells of his early life and have heard some that I did not remember hearing before.  So I am going to attempt to capture some of them in writing to share with our family.  I am not sure the best way to do it but I do not want to use facebook, or any social media to I am going to do it hear.

Over the next few weeks I am going to attempt to make regular postings of some of his life as best as I can piece it together.