My Dad has been taking his kids fishing for 34 years. What love. Ruthie is about 3 here. Maybe this is in Wichita, could be West Virginia. Either way, looks like home.
Happy in the evening sun. Ruthie was an only child before she became the eldest of five. Wild.
In the fishing picture, I am adoring the one and only man in my life at the time: John Patrick -- man oh man, to have held that gaze: he was one lucky summbitch.
ReplyDeleteour youth runs deep my dear ruthie. its incredible to think we were so classic once.
ReplyDeleteRuthie is fishing from the dock at Gramma and Grandpas old cabin on the Wabash River outside Richland, Illinois; where they lived when dad and I got married and where we got married. One of my all-time favorite pictures.
ReplyDeleteThe second is the back porch of Gramma and Grandpa Kuhn's in Kansas. Ruth stayed with them for two weeks while I was taking a class in Emporia. I was quite pregnant with Mimi . . . bout six months. This was the time Ruthie was away from her daddy for about three weeks. When he picked us up at the airport in Kansas City, she wouldn't speak to him she was so upset with him for being away from her for so long. But, she wouldn't let go of him either. I drove and she sat on his lap in the back seat. They just sat and held each other silently for a very long time. Both had tears when I looked in the rear view mirror. Some things, like the love of a father for his baby girl, are just unexpected and inexplicable enigmas.
Interesting that I am seeing this tonight and commenting on it. Tomorrow is Father's Day.
Oh and I forgot to say, He still is one lucky man.
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