"Do What You Love"

  Words of wisdom from my Dad.
  And, he would always add that you should do your best at it, too. 
  This is another picture from the day in the mountains....this one is of Daddy and "his girls."  He had a wonderful sense of humor, and a big ole booming laugh that would light up your day.  He could fix anything, and he loved his family!

  He especially loved my Mom.  And, together they had five children.     Each of us were expected to attend at least one year of college.  That was so important to Daddy.  One year.....then if you decided that wasn't for you, it was OK.  For me, it took.  I always wanted to teach, and I finished up, and taught public school for over 20 years.
 He was also a big believer in being a "life time learner."  Personally, I think he could do just about anything he set his mind to. 

  He was the one who helped carry his Grandmother's loom down from the attic that day in the '70's and stored it in his garage for me for a few years.  He might have even seen her weaving on that loom, or seen his Aunt Stella weaving at her house when he visited as a little boy.  He spent a lot of summers visiting his relatives in the "country" ....but I have a feeling that he spent most of his time outside running the fields!

  I think he would be happy that I love weaving as much as I do.  He would get a big laugh at my growing loom family, and he would be a big help on loom repair.  Did I mention that he could fix anything????

  He would have cheered me on last weekend as I wove up the tote for my sister's friend, and reminded me that I still had to finish it up. 

  He would give me "the look" if he saw my stack of woven items to hem.....just get it done!!!!

  He would have figured out how I'm going to get six looms in my car for the class next March. 

 

  And, he would have been waiting his turn to cuddle one of Tina's baby goats this week.  But, while he was waiting, he would be looking at Tina's barn, and asking questions about the lumber she used, and admiring her garden full of luscious plants.
 

  Then, those strong, capable, gentle hands would have picked up that little baby.  And that little kid would have known it was safe and secure....just like his kids always did.


  So, here's to you, Charles "Bill" Schultz.....Happy Father's Day!
  I miss you....but I'm doing what I love!

Happy Weaving!
LouAnn