I pray your Easter weekend was blessed and happy.
Today I'm pleased to share a very special Tuesday Treasure with you from my friend and fellow PBG author, LoRee Peery.
Christian romance author LoRee Peery strives to remember the Lord’s redeeming grace each day when she surveys her sense of place in Him and where He has placed her. She clings to I John 5:4 and prays her blended family and dozen grandchildren see that faith. HerFrivolities Series and other publications are available at Pelican Book Group.
Find out more about LoRee by visiting her website, Amazon author page, GoodReads page, Facebook, and Twitter
Treasured Memories of Dad
Recent Memories of my father have been tied up with what happened to end his earthly life, I took this opportunity to remember him as a person. He studied Latin, graduated at 16, attended trade school, and was in the Army during WWII. Dad could have gone and done anything he wanted to in life, but he returned home to farm.
A lover of the land, he took pride in his work. County-wide, people knew Dad for the size and symmetry of the eight-ton haystacks he put up, without using a cage frame. He figured profit and loss numbers in his head, and counted grazing cattle faster than imaginable, separating calves, cows, and those about to drop. Resourceful, he’d fix things with baling wire, spit, and curses. He rigged up scrap lumber or branches for levers, and sometimes a prayer.
He was a hard worker and a hard drinker. On the flip side, he was a gentle pussy cat with babies. He sang “Bye-o-baby-bunting, Daddy’s gone a’hunting,” while bouncing the babies on his knee. One precious photograph shows him napping with my oldest daughter, the only grandchild to know him. She’s wearing pink sleeper pajamas and the two of them wear matching rosy cheeks.
Dad used quaint expressions, such as “hollered like a stuck pig.” “Dead as a door nail” and that’s a cock ‘n bull story if I ever heard one.” For some unknown reason he called a sink “zink.” One of Dad’s favorite phrases was, “Smell that money” referring to a feedlot, or the barnyard smell.
He caught trout with his hands along the overhanging banks of Verdigre Creek, along a narrow channel where the banks hung over the water. He waited, bent over with hands just above the water surface. It worked best if the fish swam upstream. At sight of a fish, he lowered his hands into the water, lifted, and thrust the trout onto the bank.
Exhibiting little sense of style, he thought nothing of wearing a striped shirt with plaid trousers. He stood five-foot-eight, but his wiry strength made up for what height he lacked. His deep-set eyes of hazel and lop-sided grin remain fixed in my mind.
Dad experienced severe back pain. He fell countless times on the farm and survived. While trying to force a cow up a loading chute from behind, the cow decided to go backward and landed right on top of him. Another time he was riding atop a load of bales stacked on a wagon. The bale loader was behind the tractor and suspended over the rack of bales. The tractor hit a badger hole, bales flew, and Dad’s chest banged against the loader hooks, then he flew to the ground.
He had a fine baritone voice and played the harmonica. He sketched artistic shapes and characters instead of doodling. He left behind impressive drawings, created while he was in the Army, of soldiers, cartoon characters, and an unknown woman.
Personal, deep conversation was not part of my life growing up, maybe because the people I knew used their energy working hard to survive. I see love in the calligraphy he used filling in the lines of my childhood King James Bible. He may not have said it, but I know he loved me. I heard it in his voice when he mentioned me to others.
Definitely some beautiful memories to treasure, LoRee!
LoRee's latest book, Touches of Time is a fictional account of her father's murder and can be found at Amazon.
A decades-old unsolved homicide.
A grieving single mother-to-be.
A cold-case investigator.
Sarah Bishop goes through her deceased mother’s belongings and becomes immersed in the details of her grandfather’s unsolved homicide. Determined to find who was responsible, for the sake of her unborn baby, Sarah vows to seek out the answers her mother had failed to find.
Cold Case Investigator Ford Melcher is intrigued by Sarah’s dogged drive to solve the old mystery. His current case has reached a frustrating dead end, but he comes to believe it is somehow linked to Sarah’s quest. His desire to protect her from further hurt is put to the test, especially when he has secrets he’d rather not disclose.
Answers could remain elusive as to who struck Sarah’s grandfather and left him in a ditch. Will the search for those answers open doors for her to discover the life God planned? Can she accept that plan if it includes a man who wasn’t forthright with information?
LoRee is giving away an paperback copy of Touches of Time to one lucky person who visits today so be sure and leave a comment!
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Until next time...
Take care and God Bless.