It Could Have Been 1984

Nothing like a couple of cups of Chocolate Velvet coffee and an episode of Pioneer Woman to bring on the tears - well not the complete set of waterworks, but a couple of tears forming in my eyes.  Here's the deal, if you knew my daddy and you saw today's PW, then you would know what I am talking about.  PW's father-in-law reminds me of Daddy.  Not in his looks.....well, sort of....but the fact that the man is a rancher.  OK, Daddy was not a rancher, but he was a farmer and they all sort of resemble one another, these ranchers and farmers.  Daddy had cattle, too, albeit not several thousands of heads like PW and her crew. 

This old man was setting enjoying his PW birthday breakfast when his grandchildren appeared with their gifts.  And then the tears started forming.  They brought him tools.  How many tools did Daddy receive as gifts over the years?  Probably a dozen hammers, for sure, and most of them lost.  Most of the time these tools were not wrapped just like PW's father-in-law.  Just one more little tear.

Old man, eating, talking, grandchildren, tools, no wrapping paper...........could have been my daddy.  It could have been 1984. 

Memories - don't you love 'em.  Just one more little tear, but a tear of good times, not a sad tear.  It could have been 1984.  Have a great Saturday everyone.  It's going to be a good one.  I love you.
By the way - this is not the post I promised yesterday.