BLOGGING DEEP
(Sort of)

Well, I haven't blogged any really deep thoughts in a very long time. Sometimes I wonder why, and sometimes I think I know why. I think the deep bloggers are really letting the general public look deep into their souls, and most of the time I don't feel like sharing like that. But today, I think I do.

I'm going to write about my dad.
He died a little more than a month ago, and I really haven't said anything about it here. My dad was a great man, a wise man, and more than that he was one of the smartest people I know. I have a few childhood memories of my dad. I remember as a young student I didn't apply myself very well. It seemed I had a problem comprehending reading. My dad set out to help me do better. He used the "TIME" magazine. He would give me an article to read and when I finished he would quiz me. Personally, I didn't really enjoy this type of reading, but as I look back I appreciate that my dad really knew that I was smarter than my school grades showed. As an even younger child, I remember my dad sitting on the couch reading a paperback book. He was laughing out loud as he read and I asked him to share the story with us. He said that when we got older we would learn to read books without pictures. I looked forward to that day. My grades in high school never really showed my full potential, but I believe that my dad believed in me. He helped me through college. Somehow I knew that if I didn't' apply myself, the rug would be pulled out from under me. I applied myself and graduated from college with honors. I enjoyed 22 years teaching 4th graders how to read and many other subjects.

When I was a kid I thought my dad was strict. I think he was, but looking back, (and I discovered this shortly after I graduated from college), I see he had our best interest at heart. I grew up a good kid and grew into what I think is a good and responsible adult. Dad said that all of us kids should know how to be independent. He did a great job getting that point across. All 6 of us girls are good hard workers and productive members of society.
Thanks dad!

Of course he did not do this on his own. My mom also played a huge part in raising us.