Heavenly FATHER, Earthly FATHER, GrandFATHER & FRIENDS.
Heavenly FATHER...
I would rather be FOUND with my Heavenly FATHER in the dark than go alone in the light.
God is Light, and in Him is no darkness at all. 1John 1:5....
Loved the song we sang at CCYC campfires:
FATHER, I adore You, lay my life before You...How I Love You!...Always, a FEELING of FELLOWSHIP with our FATHER in Heaven...FELT like one could just reach out and touch our FATHER'S FACE...As we gazed into the FIRE & each other's FEATURES... Ofttimes the tears just FLOWED...
FANTASTIC FEELING!
FATHER, I adore You, lay my life before You...How I Love You!...Always, a FEELING of FELLOWSHIP with our FATHER in Heaven...FELT like one could just reach out and touch our FATHER'S FACE...As we gazed into the FIRE & each other's FEATURES... Ofttimes the tears just FLOWED...
FANTASTIC FEELING!
Earthly FATHER...
Earl G. FIELDS was my earthly FATHER, a coal miner FOR over FOUR decades, FIRST going to work in a Model-T FORD with his FATHER & since there was no Anti-FREEZE, the radiator had to be drained after every trip in the wintertime. This was the early 1930's when my FATHER was still a teenager. Dad wrote that after working a 10-hour shift, they would have to go to a creek to get water to FILL up the radiator & that sometimes they had to work in wet conditions, causing their britches' legs to FREEZE together and FLAP like stovepipes. (His very words!...LOL)...
The Model T-FORD had to be cranked to start and they had to FIX FLATS quite often...All of that to just earn a FEW dollars a day. Things got much better when my FATHER moved to Harman and became a Mine FOREMAN for Harman Mining Company, where he made good wages and FINANCED my education FOR the most part....
(I did get a National Defense Loan, where I didn't have to pay all of it back, if I became a teacher.)..I did!...
Earl G. FIELDS was my earthly FATHER, a coal miner FOR over FOUR decades, FIRST going to work in a Model-T FORD with his FATHER & since there was no Anti-FREEZE, the radiator had to be drained after every trip in the wintertime. This was the early 1930's when my FATHER was still a teenager. Dad wrote that after working a 10-hour shift, they would have to go to a creek to get water to FILL up the radiator & that sometimes they had to work in wet conditions, causing their britches' legs to FREEZE together and FLAP like stovepipes. (His very words!...LOL)...
The Model T-FORD had to be cranked to start and they had to FIX FLATS quite often...All of that to just earn a FEW dollars a day. Things got much better when my FATHER moved to Harman and became a Mine FOREMAN for Harman Mining Company, where he made good wages and FINANCED my education FOR the most part....
(I did get a National Defense Loan, where I didn't have to pay all of it back, if I became a teacher.)..I did!...
But my FATHER was a FUN FELLOW to be around, like all coal-miners, and like all miners a Mr. FIXIT. Our FATHER was especially good to his FAMILY of FOUR...actually six because their FIRSTBORN were twin girls, who died in infancy).... Dorla, David, Trudy & myself had a FATHER who also had a FAITHFUL wife who was a FABULOUS cook...
FRANK, my GrandFATHER, who I never saw except in a couple of grainy pictures... But the picture my FATHER painted of him in my mind is that of an extremely caring and talented man. (Even helping Dad build his FIRST house and taking care of everything when their twins died.)...My earthly FATHER wrote that his FATHER took care of the grave digging tools when they lived on Tom's Creek Hill during the decade of the 20's and early 30's...
This one FACT speaks volumes about my GrandFATHER FRANK: He took care of the FINAL resting place of the FALLEN in their community...Often high on a hill somewhere...
My heart skipped a beat just a few short years ago when I was FINALLY able to FIND GrandFATHER FRANK'S grave marker high on a hill at a cousin's farm near Lebanon, Virginia. The marker was nice, and also contained the graves of the cousin's parents. It is neatly tended, FENCED in, to keep the cows out, and immaculately groomed, but it does take a 4-Wheel Drive vehicle to reach...
This one FACT speaks volumes about my GrandFATHER FRANK: He took care of the FINAL resting place of the FALLEN in their community...Often high on a hill somewhere...
My heart skipped a beat just a few short years ago when I was FINALLY able to FIND GrandFATHER FRANK'S grave marker high on a hill at a cousin's farm near Lebanon, Virginia. The marker was nice, and also contained the graves of the cousin's parents. It is neatly tended, FENCED in, to keep the cows out, and immaculately groomed, but it does take a 4-Wheel Drive vehicle to reach...
I have never met FRANK or my Heavenly FATHER FACE-to-FACE, but hoping to meet both some sweet day....And since he died two years before my birth from complications involving a brain tumor, and speculated that it came about b/c he was once kicked in the head by a horse, it will be a meeting of the brains...LOL
FRIENDS...
FRIENDS & the FRIEND who sticks closer than a brother are what Valentines Day is all about in my FEEBLE mind...(12 year survivor of three brain surgeries!)
FRIENDS & the FRIEND who sticks closer than a brother are what Valentines Day is all about in my FEEBLE mind...(12 year survivor of three brain surgeries!)
God make me worthy of my FRIENDS, because of Your FIRSTBORN, in whose name I pray, Amen.
Have a FABULOUS Tuesday, the 6th of FEBRUARY FRIENDS.
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