I was only 11 when my dad died, but I still miss him, 50 years later. Daddy was not usually the disciplinarian in our family, but I remember that we kids would rather have Mom spank us than have Dad talk to us--he could make us feel so bad for disappointing him.

He made beautiful leatherwork: purses, belts, and moccasins. I still have a couple of small things he made for me, and a belt he made for Mom. Although he did nothing "big" and was in poor health most of the time that I remember him, he was always a wise and loving father to us kids.

Lin