Dad was always a strong man, he never used a mower with a motor. He would push that old mower till it gave out then get another. He always put up the storm windows himself. With little me trying to help, every thing about taking care of the house he taught me because he wanted a son but only got me. I knew the cellar as much as he did. He taught me how to clean the kerosene stove in the kitchen and I used the knowledge for years. I also loved to paint until I painted the sink the back of our garage and the side of Mr Grimmers garage bright pink.. I was punished but realy feel now if they had gotten me paint canvas and an easel I might be a famous artist now, not just starting in my 60's> But this is about dad, he drove to work in storms others wouldn't even attempt. He always came home and let me dance with him on his shoes. To me my dad was and always will be the best. Dottie