My father was the greatest storyteller I’ve known. He used all kinds of expressions when he spoke. Too bad you can’t hear these stories from him in person.
Dad passed away in 1991. I’m happy I have his written stories that I can share with family and friends. It keeps a part of him alive for all of us.
Enjoy.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
My dad always told fun stories about his boyhood. Everyone always wanted to hear them when we had family gatherings. This is one of my many favorites.
I hope you enjoyed this retelling. If you want to read my interpretation, check out my novel, Chicken Charlie’s Year. https://www.amazon.com/s?k=chicken+charlie%27s+year&crid=2EC5EC9S7JBKT&sprefix=chicken+charlie%27s+year%2Caps%2C214&ref=nb_sb_noss
I felt like my dad was with me when I wrote this book.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
Only a few Christmas decorations. This one needed fixing.
My Santas remind me of my father, and his love for playing the man in red.
Now to find a different Christmas ornament that the cats won’t break.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke. All rights reserved.
I love sharing my dad’s stories. This one is about butchering a pig, a job he hated.
Even in the city people raised chickens and a pig or two in their backyard in the 1930s. This is one story about a pig incident.
The cat that came for my video today is Cruella. She wasn’t happy about being kept in my arms and immediately left, voicing her opinion.
I hope you enjoyed my reading of Dad’s story. We never raised pigs when I was a kid. Dad had enough of them when he was growing up.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2021 © by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
I wish I had a recording of my dad singing this song, but I don’t so you’ll just have to listen to me reading the words — no music.
Dad learned to read music when he was in his 60s. Most of the time he played music by ear.
He also taught himself how to play the guitar, harmonica, organ, and accordion. I did not take after him.
I wonder if my cousin George remembers any of the songs he and my dad wrote together. One was called One Legged Chicken. It was hysterical.
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