My dad is known by many titles, Husband, Son, Brother, Uncle, President (Stake and Mission), Bishop, Temple Worker, Sealer, Mr.,Friend and Neighbor. The title I like the best is Dad. My dad knows how to work hard and play hard.
Snipe Hunting with the Uncle Brent, Jenni, Curt, Jeffrey, Brayden, and Andrew in Atlanta. In his usual attention to every detail, the children were prepared for days to go on this late night snipe hunt. They wore their dark clothes, brought their pillow cases and snipe bait. Jeffrey had a snipe "brush right by his ankles" Curt was 11, Jeffrey was 9, Andrew was 6. It was several years before Curt realized he would never, never catch a snipe....
My dad is an impeccable dresser, as evidenced in these photos. His clothes are always pressed and dressed. The above and below photos show the outfit he put together for the very special occasion of the baptism of our oldest son, Curt. This is July 1989, Royal Palm Beach. Somehow.. in the packing, his suit did not make it to Florida. He was trying on Ron's suits as an option to wear as he was the main speaker at the baptism scheduled for the next day. We told him to practice not raising his arms and to wear his pants low on his waist, he would be so stylin then.
Dont Take this serious face too seriously. This was in the late 1960's when we lived in Pocatello, Idaho.
It is a little known fact that my dad can twirl and dip my mom while holding his own on the dance floor. My parents are amazing dance partners.
This was at our little duplex in Greenacres, FL. It was easy to attract my family for a Christmas when visit they lived in New Jersey.... no explanation needed. Here is is preparing to carve the turkey- his duty at every holiday meal. Along with carving the turkey, he also makes the stuffing for the turkey. He gets very creative with his stuffing ingredients, it is always delicious.... well almost always... one year in Atlanta, he decided to add raisins.... not such a bad idea, except for the fact that they all burned inside the turkey. They were hollowed out burned black and crispy raisins. At the end of the meal, everyone had a small pile of raisins at the side of their plate from picking them out of the stuffing.
Another apron. This was their first Christmas in Atlanta, December 1987. Although the apron says "I'm Trying To Survive Mid Life Crisis" At this moment in time, he was trying to survive his entire family visiting under one roof. Grown children and Grandchildren.
This is the year Ron and I ran the Peach Tree Road Race with my dad and my mom's step brother, Terry. For my dad, the marathon runner, this was like a walk in the park. I was so sore the next day. 
My Dad is a Champion. He strives to do well at all he does. He is an example of continually improving, staying active, and excellence. He loves the Lord and made sure I had the gospel. He made it possible for me to be surrounded by those who could help me eventually develop a testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. For this and countless other blessings, I thank my dad.I love you, Dad!
Happy Fathers Day
Now that I am getting the hang of scanning and transferring photos to the right files...stay tuned for more photo fun.
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