Today would have been my father's 96th birthday. Very hard to imagine, as he died just 18 days after his 70th birthday. So very long ago.
He loved to fish, he loved his horses and he loved to farm. He was the salt of the earth and everything to me. But the thing I loved best about him was how much he loved Mother. Both are in my heart today.
Shown are a few photos from his youth.
