I am proud that I still have my dad. He is of the most impeccable character. One would have a hard time finding any fault in him. He is a wonderful father to his 3 daughters, grandfather to our 5 sons, great-grandfather to our 2 great-grandsons, (first granddaughter is on the way), and 4 adopted great-grandchildren. My parents were born at the beginning of the Great Depression. Dad was telling me about the WWII rationing of gasoline, tires, sugar, meat, silk, shoes, nylon and even pepper. He, nor mom could understand why there was a shortage of pepper, maybe something with the ammo? At least they didn't have to worry about destroying planet earth back then. Perhaps they should have. But their water was clean, and the ozone layer still existed; then factories brought the air pollution. I wonder how bad it will get for us; the rationing of power and fuel.
My parents went through some tough times, put they pulled together, never apart... each playing their assigned role in our lives without question or complaint. Being born of that stoic generation, they often held us at arm's length, with strict rules for behavior and an expectation of success. They were not huggers, they did not tell us "I love you," in words...but we knew.
You were always such a hard worker, you built up a business, became your own boss and we traveled across the Southern states for years. Finally we landed back here, but you still had to travel. Although you were often far away, working long days and nights, I remember some special times just the two of us shared and how you sometimes spoiled me...like when you took me to the country store and told me I could have whatever candy I wanted, like the time I was running for princess in 2nd grade at the school Halloween carnival, and you pulled out an extra $20 (a lot back then) so I could win, like when the adults played cards and you let me be your partner, like when you took me to the car lot and told me to pick out any car I wanted, so I’d have a way to college. I wouldn't say, because I didn’t want you to spend much. But you saw me looking at the white Ford Granada with the half-vinyl red roof (I thought it looked like a convertible). It was $5,000 and you bought it. Yes, you were often gone miles away for many days, but it was because you were working to provide our family with whatever we needed—more than just material things, you gave me a solid work ethic, the security of home, support for my endeavors, and most of all, you gave me unconditional love.
Thank you, Daddy,
Your loving daughter
Halloween Princess Wynne and Prince Tandy My ex-husband and me with my '76 Ford Granada Beulah Hubbard Attendance Center 1965



