Happy Father’s Day to my Dad. My Dad was someone special to a lot of people, but to me he was ‘very’ special.
As a schoolteacher with six children, he worked very hard, even taking on summer jobs during the school break.
As a child I did not realize his devotion to our family, I just knew that when it was time for Little League Baseball he would be there coaching me. He would be there at every practice, every game and every chance to teach me the game of baseball.
I thought my father was coaching the team to teach us about baseball. I thought my father was concerned with how we turned the double play, how we hit with a runner in scoring position or how we could successfully apply a sacrifice bunt. I was wrong, deep down in his heart my Dad knew his coaching would help me develop not just as a baseball player, but as a person.
Later on in life, my father became a grandfather, a great-grandfather and the family patriarch. Family gatherings were always busy, with six children, spouses, grandchildren and great-children.
It was at times like that I saw my father as the supreme grantor of wisdom. He would listen to a story from a grandchild and respond thoughtfully with his decades of knowledge. It was a natural thing for him to always be that Little League baseball coach, forever teaching us the path life would lead us on.
My father was a lifelong St. Louis Cardinals fan, and has been gone now for about five years, now. I am lucky enough to have him say hello every baseball season as a bright red cardinal flies up onto my front porch.
Good to see you again, Dad and Happy Father’s Day!
Sure Feels Like Summer
Most of June is categorized as spring, but doesn’t it just feel like summer. June brings us the start of the beautiful summer sunsets, the warm weather and the filling in of our gardens. June brings us baseball, Father’s Day and flowers. A very underrated month, we think maybe summer should start on June 1st. What do you think?
Wisconsin Loves to Polka
Did you know that the Polka has been Wisconsin’s Official State Dance since 1993. A symbol of our rich German heritage, the Polka in Wisconsin spans across many nationalities. It not just a German dance in Wisconsin, it’s a way of life.
Who doesn’t get a lift at the start of hearing “Roll out the Barrel….” Or another three steppin’ accordion favorite.
Where was your favorite place to step onto the dance floor and get your mind racing with the ONE, two, three, ONE, two three?
Don’t miss our Polka night on June 24th as Roger Walburn and his accordion light up the house.