This is my Dad.
~Every generation Blames the one before~
I always heard stories of him working at a gas station, when he met my Mom. She use to pass by, because she lived a block away, and he liked the way she walked.
She was fourteen when they married and he was nine years older. I know things now, I didn’t know when I was a kid. Things that happened.
I can look back now and know, sometimes, he tried to share his wisdom with me, but I couldn’t hear him. I was too angry. I was already lost in my own survival.
5 thoughts on “A Sprinkle of Wisdom”
thanks-yeah-it’s great to have the old photos-B and W~I might be prejudice, but I do think he was a handsome guy
What an awesome smile, glad you inherited that!!! Miss y’all ,jimmy