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Dad, Do you Remember?

(Excerpt from the book, Tales From Heritage Farm)  This poem is written in honor of my own dear Dad, Ervin A. Yankee.

 

portrait, baby in sweater, baby shoes, smiling clasping handsDad, do you remember when

First you saw my baby face?

It was red and scrunched together,

Still I was yours, in any case.

 

Do you remember, Dad

How you used to carry me?

You held me in your big, strong arms.

I rested comfortably.

 

I hurt so deeply long ago,

Black and white photo; 1950s trike; The day my puppy died.

Can you still see those second-grade tears?

I could not help but cry.

 

Remember when you taught me how

To ride my new, green bike?

You steadied me, then let me go–

From then on, no more trike . . .

 

Green and Pink ice cream, ice cream cones. . . You took my brother, Jim, and me

On trips out to the cabin;

Pony rides and ice cream cones–

Memories worth havin’. . .

 

Small child face, baby sleeping; baby fingers, baby hand

Dear Little Sister

 

. . . Remember  when you brought me home

To show me my new sister?

I longed to stay and play with her,

But I just hugged and kissed her.

 

The day I left for college,

It was hard to say good-bye.

Yet your confidence in me

Gave me strength to try.

Blonde toddler boy; tow-head child

Little Brother

 

Remember how sweet it was,

Our hearts were filled with joy,

You and Mom had another son–

A towhead baby boy.

 

Remember the day you held my hand

Grandpa, small children, ice cream conesAnd squeezed it for a while?

You walked me to my lover’s arms

As we walked down that long aisle.

 

Now you have a bunch of kids

Who love to call you, “Grandpa.”

Can you believe I have seen the day

When one can call me, “Grandma?”

Grandpa, red hat, crooked cane

Dear, Dear Dad

 

Dad, I hope you realize

That we love you so.

You’re dear Dad and fun Grandpa

I just had to tell you so.

 

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The International Airport

One day, when the children were small, we took them on a vacation.  On the way home we stopped to show them the International Airport.   We used the time as an opportunity to delight our children and to let them learn something in a new setting.

Four-year-old Danny, the oldest child, enjoyed spending lots of time learning about farm life.  For one of his favorite projects, he spent time cutting out pictures of tractors and pasting them into a scrapbook.  He discovered that each brand of tractor had a signature color.  For example, John Deere products are green and yellow, the Allis-Chalmers tractors were orange, and International-Harvestor was red, etc.  In his short years on this earth, he became adept at recognizing brands of farm machinery by their colors.

jet, Red-tailed jet

Buddy's eyes were on the red-tailed planes.

At the airport, Danny’s eye’s grew big as he saw the 727s and 747s land  on the runway.  He watched with wonder as they took off.  His eyes were glued on them whenever they taxied near to the observation window.  He did not grow tired of watching those big machines.

Many of the red-tailed airplanes loaded and unloaded passengers where we had a front-row seat.

It had been an exciting day for our little family.  But as the day wore on, we needed to leave the airport and head for home.  We got settled in the car and drove off.

While exiting the big city, Daddy asked the kids, “So, what was the best part of vacation for you?”

Danny blurted out with satisfaction, “The International Airport!”    After a moment of silence this little farm boy added, “Daddy, can we go to the John Deere Airport?”

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Intergenerational Gift

For Christmas this past year, I received a uniquely special gift.  It came over several generations.

My daughter learned to crochet while she was still in our home.  My grandmother taught it to my mother, who in turn taught it to me.  I enjoyed it so that I passed it on to my daughters.  Although the craft came down through my side of the family to my daughter, the tools came from her dad’s side.

crocheted lily close-up, doily,

Great-grandmother's crochet yarn fashioned into an heirloom gift.

Great-grandmother, Julia, graduated from a ladies seminary with a degrees in needlework and piano.  At her death, her daughter, Judy, saved the many patterns, crochet yarn and other resources that she inherited from her mother.  Upon her passing, my husband inherited a portion of these items.  Since we wanted to pass them on to our children as soon as possible, we let them choose those items to which they were drawn.

crocheted swan doily, crocheted lilies

Details of the Swan

My eldest daughter felt a special inspiration to make doilies for Christmas gifts.  She had a vision to give an heirloom gift before it was made.  She found a special 3-D pattern  resembling and lily-laden pond with 2 swans gracefully swimming on it.  The yarns she used were owned by her Great-grandma, preserved by her Grandma and given to me, her Mom, for Christmas.  I would call that an intergenerational gift.

My daughter’s vision reminds me of our Heavenly Father.  In the beginning, He had the vision to give us fallen creatures the gift of salvation  before it was “finished”.  Ages later, Jesus, on the cross, declared, “It is finished.”  The gift, payment of our sin debt, was finished with His sacrifice.

At Christmas, I received the special gift from my daughter.

God’s gift of salvation can be received,too.  If this is not a gift you have received, it is still available.  As Jesus said, “It is finished.”  It is a gift meant for you.

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