.: Happy Father's Day!!!

"Dandy"

Dad

Memories come flooding when I sit and think about our time together.

Long talks.

Laughter.

Tears.

Music.

Wood cutting.

Getting stuck.

Checking Traps.

Skinning Coyotes.

Plucking Turkeys.

Mucking out the Cow pen.

Milking the cow in the early mornings.

Harvesting squash.

Branding cows.

Digging Trenches.

Putting in water pipes.

The first drink of water piped over from the canyon.

the blue enamel cup at the mouth of the spring.

Planting a garden.

bringing wood into the house through the basement window.

scouting elk in timber knole area (you said you didn’t get turned around to test me. Yeah right.)

going to work with you in St. George.

fishing.

catching craddads.

Catching that awesome trout at Bear Lake.

Camping.

Squierrel Hunting (getting hit with a dead rat from Heaven).

Watching you feed the seagull in St George.

Eating Yummy Grapes.

Apricots.

Helping extract honey. and getting to chew on some of the comb. YUM!

butchering a cow.

packaging up elk.

holding the flashlight while you worked. (I know I wasn’t always steady).

the barn roof blown off with that storm....getting in trouble for laughing about it :).

chasing Molly back home after she had jumped the fence the the umpteenth time.

Molly leaving a calling card on the front porch.

Molly and Baba in Aunt Lavernes Kitchen.

visiting with grandma.

listening to your stories.

discussing politics.

My ear to your guitar as you played a pretty melody.

Listening for the very first time to a new song.

playing name that tune (I loved that).

Drunk Lion Hunters trying to rescue us. :)

riding on the back of your bike to school.

Getting to go with you on the strip when they released the big horned sheep.

listening to you sing (still my favorite).

“I’m Sure”.

the day you got smacked with that bug when you were driving home with your arm partway out the window. OUCH

Bringing home that Hitchhiking Indian that scared me but was a great guy.

Taking Mr. Lang his coat.

Hunting coyotes.

silence while you napped.

cheyenne screaming as you drove us to Idaho.

Sitting in the Temple with you for my Sealing.

Tears in your eyes when Randy said he wanted to marry me... then you asking me “Are you sure?”

Angel with Mud on her face.

playing chess.

Watching you with Grandma (I was always really proud of how you treated her).

Frank Yazzie

Listening to you tease Granddad.

Hauling rattlesnakes off in 5 gallon buckets.

wrestling with the boys.

George and Aida farming in our field.

Taking the tank down the side of the canyon.

Removing the big boulders in the canyon.

Developing the Spring.

Taking pictures.

Saving my life, Over and Over :)

Baby Bunnies.

Roping the black bear.

Growing native plants.

Strawberries.

Giving the grandkids a ride on the 4 wheeler.

Being Afraid to be left on the reservation.

Daughter of the Shivwit Chief:)

putting up electric fence.

Misty dieing.

Picketting for Vernon Schools.

Orchestra Concerts.

singing in church.

Listening to you and Uncle Roy and everyone share stories.

Reunions up at the 40 acres.

Seeing the falls up at the mineral spring.

Turkey hunting. MISSED!

Trimming trees.

building the Damn.

Irragating in St. George.

Sister Cannon.

Hearing you tell m, “that mom was that most beautiful woman in the world”. I always loved that you still felt that way.

Knowing when to quit because your eyes stopped sparkling:)

Arguing. I love to argue.

Playing the game with you that I wasn’t allowed to smile. (I was terrible at it)

Holding your hand while you drove.

watching you honor your priesthood.

building the swingset in St. George.

the chimney fire.

Reading exurts from your books. (I think they are great!)

Kissing you cheek just after you have shaved.

Hoeing.

Baby Javalinas.

Uncle Remus Stories.

Ten Silver Dollars. (I have never sucked my thumb again:)

Wildlife days. Winning the drawing contest and recieving Ranger Rick Magazines.

Watching you tan hides.

boiling skulls.

The Softness of the Beaver skin on the back of your chair.

I love reminesing. It takes me back and I remember how secure I always felt when you were and are around. I didn’t have a care in the world as long as you were near. I remember when you came to Arizona ahead of us and I was so scared at night. I think that that is the time that fears always surface.

I am very grateful for my life and all of its experiences.

Memories are so precious..

Dad you have made a great difference in my life. You have taught me so many things that gave me confidence. As I accomplished hard tasks and did gross things I realized that I really can do anything that I am faced with. Thank you.

Happy Father’s Day!!

Pictures of Dad

This Picture of Dad with Grandpa is very precious. My Dad was definitely a Daddy's boy. I marvel at the memories Dad has of Grandpa. What a treasure they are.

A rare family picture. I love to hear the stories of Uncle Bud and I really wish that I would have been able to get to know him.

Dad, it doesn't appear to me that you have always had an aversion to Christmas. :) Do you remember what you wished for this year? A B-B Gun? A Puppy?

Look how sweet and young you and Aunt Jeanne are. What a adorable little boy.

I love this picture of Dad. Your eyes have always twinkled when you are happy. I think that discovering that when I was very young saved me a lot of grief. (If your eyes stopped twinkling, it was time to stop misbehaving)