This post is full of Daddy stuff in honour of Fathers' Day. Daddies don't get enough kudos for all that they do in this world, especially White daddies as the agenda rolls on trying to erase us and our way of life.
So welcome, dear Reader, daddy stuff is everywhere here today. I realize I did not appreciate mine when I was a young adult but now I know we were unbelievably wealthy; Dad was there and although an imperfect human being like all of us, he supported a full family, an old Victorian home and a cabin out in cottage country with his labours.
The things we argued about back then are all things I would agree with him on today (race mixing among them), and am relieved I did not have to deal with modern challenges; he got the hippie movement; no one saw that coming. Until, a few decades later, when I recognized him as just another soul travelling through time and space dealing with various issues, it was difficult to remember him with the love, appreciation, gratitude, that I feel towards him today.
The top photo is Dad taking a smoke break while working at our first cabin. That is my leg in the corner. The other is with Mom and me over by one of what became a favourite swimming spot. He taught me so much about the outdoors and the cycles of natural life. I never got to the point where I could thank him for the sacrifices he made carving this place for us, but I would today.