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about each one of us and he always lit up when he told his stories. From the time I was a small child, I was impressed with not only how much Daddy loved us, but how much he enjoyed us. That was the dominant feeling of my childhood ana it has gone with me into my adulthood. Daddy also had a wonderful sense of humor. Coming home from an armistice day parade he told me how proud he was of me that I 11 was the only SJA student in step at the parade". He made us laugh at ourselves. Daddy saw incongruities in everything and he maoe comments that evoked much laughter - he laughed at situations and not at people; people often said about Daddy, that they felt good being around him. His presence had a way of affirming you as a person. Mom and I were talking about him after his death, and Mom said she had never come across anyone who was so deeply religious without ever having to allude to or mention the Church or God. Daddy loved and respected people so much - he felt at home with everybody. I can't read the gospel passage about the "woman at the well"and Jesus telling her that one day we would "all worship in spirit and in truth", without thinking about Daddy. He indeed was "a man who lived by the Book" but we, his children knew more than anybody that he didn't just stick to the"letter". I was with Daddy when he went to a better world and I had the strangest feeling he was meeting Someone Whom he had always known. There was no fear, no fight; he was perfectly peaceful and he was as at'home at that last moment as he had always been with those who happened to cross his path. Daddy had caught the meaning of the "temple not made by human hands" and he had "worshipped" there his whole lifetime.
Daody also had a special love for nature. He and Mom, in their later years took much delight in feeding and watching the birds in the back yard. It is a standard joke in our family about these birds Mom and Daddy were continually running to see. Jo facetiously said to Wally one day when they were there during the excitement -"Wally, look what we have to look forward to" (Mom and Daddy thought that was a trip, but they kept watching!). Mom and Daddy had many favorite bushes and trees. Among Daddy's favorites were the ten pine trees he planted the day Aunt Teen died. He took great pride in watching these trees grow; they stood real tall and they were healthy and beautiful. Every now and then I make a special trip to go to see all the things in the yard they enjoyed so much. Daddy felt at home with nature as well as with people. He loved creation.
One bush, the wisteria vine, merits special attention. One hot July weekend, when this bush was drooping pitifully from a lack of rain and almost-dead leaves, the nine of us met in Waveland to settle Mom and Daddy's estate and to "divide things fairly" as Mom had requested. We gathered not without a tew little tensions, as there had been some little undercurrents which our peacemaker, Susie, addressed in a