Dad, My Inspiration

I know I said I would probably update once a week, but I have lots of memories I want to get out, so maybe I can do one a day over the weekends.  Monday through Thursday my time is taken up by my full-time job, but on Fridays, Saturdays & Sundays I should be able to carve out time to write.

Today I'll tell you my earliest memories of my Dad, Clay. He was a kind, gentle, hard-working man.  During the day, he worked at Otis Elevator as a mechanic on the machines that made the elevators.  On weekends he did all the maintenance on our house and worked on cars for other people in our garage.  The thing that amazes me today is that he always let me, a girl, help him as best I could.  I remember being in the garage with him doing little things like holding the flashlight or getting tools for him from the time I was very small.  If I asked questions about what he was doing, he always tried to answer in language I would understand.  No matter what he was doing, he always had time for me.

When the work was done, he liked to sit on the front porch of our house and watch the world go by.  I liked to sit with him sometimes and ask him questions about our family.  He is the one who inspired my love of genealogy research, with the stories he told me about the people in his life who I never met. I will add some of those stories in future posts.

Please take a minute a leave a comment or email me, telling me what you remember about Clay.