This picture best shows the image in my mind of my father who died in 1977. I was nine so I don’t have a lot of memories left but something I remember most is him sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper with his feet up.
My mom took trazillions of pictures over the years and I was glad to see this one come up on my digital picture frame. Now if only I had an audio recording. I would love to hear what his voice sounded like.