A Tree A Toy And Time!

I wrote this little story from inspiration given to me by my Dad during a cherished moment he and I shared the year before his passing. It's warm and loving.

It was one year before my Dad passed away that we’d had this time to share our lengthy conversation together in Vernon BC during The Feast of Tabernacles. He knew his end time was near which is why I think he wanted to have this time with me. I was leaving to visit friends in Texas for an unknown period of time and I think he felt sure he’d not see me again. During our visit together he spoke to me of many memories. This little story was inspired by some of what he'd said. we often look back at our lives and find remains of joyful memories. My parents brought 11 children into the world. Their lives were busy, chaotic and though hard times surely came upon them time and again...they loved us!

I was born in the Timmins Ontario back in 1955. I grew up on a small farm in Shillington Ontario until I turned 11 years of age when my parents sold the farm and hauled my large family of 9 at the time to BC. That move was a huge adjustment for us all, but was also for the good as well. My teen years and most all my adulthood have been experienced living in this beautiful province of British Columbia, Canada. Writing humorous works has always been something I've enjoyed. Now in my life, I want to share them with the world beyond just my family. Everyone has a story. My father had his. His shy personality found it difficult to tell it all without embarrassment at the attention he'd get. Though he's long passed, I felt it was time to share 'my' memories of him.