Never tell a growing boy he can have as much cake as he wants. This story is from my dad’s childhood.
It’s fun sharing my dad’s memories. These stories are my inheritance.
My dad was a storyteller, not a writer. Luckily, before he passed away, Dad wrote down a few of the stories he told us. Here is one example.
I used some of Dad’s stories in my novel, Chicken Charlie’s Year. Here’s a link to it if you’d like to take a look my book. (It is also in the Muehl Public Library.)
I’m so happy I saved this story my dad told in 1990. It is not one in his handwritten collection. It is perfect to share today, Halloween Eve.
It was Dad’s last visit to our Wisconsin home. The following May Dad passed away.
I hope you enjoy this column and that it encourages you to save some of your family stories.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2023 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
My dad loved his little sister, but he had issues with her when they were young.
I can see the boy Charlie being embarrassed by his sister.
Also, taking care of her as a baby wasn’t high on his to-do list, but if Mama said to take care of Lee, Charlie did it, if not exactly how their mother expected.
I hope you enjoyed this story from my dad.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 By Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
Saving family stories is important and fun. Here’s one of my dad’s stories about Halloween in the 1930s.
Family stories are your history. Remember to save and share them.
I hope you enjoyed this story from Chuck Paska today.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.