Remembering My Father


Today is my Dad’s Birthday, he would be 78. He passed away 3 years ago. This is a picture I drew of him as a child, when I was in High School. My Dad liked to draw horses from memory.

When I was a kid, I enjoyed watching him work with wood. I played in his saw dust, with the smell of cedar in the air. On the right is a picture of the grandfather clock he made. All of it’s parts are wooden, right down to the walnut screws. There isn’t any metal. The weight is a rock, because wood wasn’t heavy enough. It’s stands about 8ft tall, running with a wooden tick tock.

He inspired me to be what I am today! Happy Birthday Dad!