There he sits in his favorite chair ... one arm cocked behind his head that sports a full shock of gray hair. The other hand holds a cup of coffee and by his side is his loyal friend, Frosty. His legs covered in a pair of western-style pants are crossed and one can see his ever-present cowboy boots. He's wearing his broad suspenders that keep his pants just below his famous bulging belly and there is that gregarious smile of satisfaction on his handsome, weathered face. What is he doing ...The man in the picture is my father and he is sitting back watching as his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren gather in and busy themselves visiting and preparing food for another special family gathering. There may be as many as 50 or more depending on who was able to make it from out of town. The number always included a few others that were not off-spring but were a part just the same.
This was his glory ... his family. Six children evenly split with three sons and three daughters, 18 grandchildren, 16 great-grandchildren and all of the in-laws who were never viewed as anything but more of the children. This was his glory ... this was his SUCCESS!
