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Our School
Senior Prom
Betty Offermann and Jim Hughes
WASHINGTON 1956
Those were the days.
Gardener's Pond
Cool Chicks on the ice
Off to School
Judy, Betty and Peggy
Continental Divide
Harry and Helen Tucker on vacation
Bob the Blog Publisher
"Goshen in Bloom" July 2004
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These personal experiences are ones that I treasure. One was in 1969, when our first daughter was 2 1/2. My father-in-law and I had been in Maine and Nova Scotia for two weeks, and we arrived back home on July 4th. The Sunday School Picnic was in full swing at the home of a family in the church, and I walked toward the back yard, and stopped to watch our daughter playing with some of the other children. For a while, she was facing the other way, but then she turned around, saw me, and came at me on a dead run. I picked her up, and she wrapped arms and legs around me, saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." She laid her head on my shoulder a moment, looked me full in the face for a moment, then put her head on my shoulder again, saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." It was a beautiful moment, long to be remembered.
The other occurred when our younger daughter was in her early thirties, and came with her husband and their first child for a visit. She walked through the doorway, looked at me, and said, "I need a Daddy hug." I was not a bit hesitant to cooperate.
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