We celebrated my Daddy’s 85th birthday this week. Christopher and I made him a cake—that totally fell to pieces! Funny about that…I was the only one who worried about it. Daddy ate it with a spoon and proclaimed it good. And all Christopher cared about was the candle stuck in the mess that he could help Granddaddy blow out. So, all in all, I guess the cake worked.
When I asked him how he wanted to spend his day, he decided we should go buy apples so he could give bags of them to several of his friends and neighbors. It was an easy day of buying apples, eating out, and enjoying the beautiful fall weather.
Yesterday we had dinner with family and celebrated some more. It was good to spend a relaxing afternoon visiting, eating, watching the game, and visiting some more. Christopher got to help blow out more candles, and we got to listen again to stories of Daddy’s growing up years—stories that remind us all of how good we have it today and of the fortitude that our ancestors needed just to survive each day.
One story he tells is of when his Papa had typhoid fever. His Mama waked Daddy to go get the doctor in the middle of the night. This meant he had to walk several miles–and he was only ten or eleven years old. I can’t even imagine that! Of course, he was able to ride the buggy back with the doctor. And, he was used to that walk—he did it every day to and from school.
I think of all Daddy has seen in his 85 years. He’s seen the first televisions and flat screen HDTV—and everything in between. He’s watched education progress from a one-room school house to online degree programs. He’s also seen hard-working simple lifestyles develop into high-stress, often frenzied attempts to do and have it all. Yep, things have definitely changed! I don’t know if I would have adapted to the changes as well as he has. He’s earned every one of his 85 years!
Happy Birthday, Daddy. I love you and feel so blessed to have you here!