My dad was "Mr.Fit-it" to everyone else but "Daddy-Do" to us girls. He was excited to make/fix/do anything for anyone. Today we cleaned out his shop. Oh the memories of dad in his shop. They came flooding back to me as I handled his tools. He was there in Lind as she wore his work coat.
Before GeneAnn heads back to Texas and Linda and I to our busy lives in Oregon, we took pictures of the Lee girls. Gene has dad's smile. Lind was not happy about the bright sun. And I don't know when they got taller than me.
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