father’s day

Two years ago Pa decided to hike with us into the wood at the head of Grapevine – to see what was left of the school he went to in 1942. The mountain had swallowed it up years before I was born. None of us were sure he could find it. But he did. (More on this later.) Here he stops to rest his leg.

Ok. Here’s a picture of my dad, The Old Man. Smiling. Seriously.

7 Responses to “father’s day”

1. David says:

   19 June, 2006 at 5:52

   And the story just…ends? Buffy, dont do that to us…hurry and finish!
2. TONY says:

   19 June, 2006 at 8:27

   ACE POSTING
   
   TONY
3. Katherine says:

   19 June, 2006 at 12:35

   OOh, looks like a scary dude in the second pic! Must have been a little intimidating while you were growing up…
4. Scarlet says:

   19 June, 2006 at 14:13

   I saw, “Aw love dads!”
5. Lynn says:

   20 June, 2006 at 19:58

   Your Dad is tough!
6. Patricia says:

   22 June, 2006 at 13:28

   Your dad kinda looks like a young Tommy Lee Jones!
7. Buffy says:

   22 June, 2006 at 15:08

   Patricia…my mother always thought so.

   Must be because they’re both so sweet natured. *cough*
8. just an excuse to post photos. - plain simple english says:

   30 October, 2006 at 17:25

   [...] The first photo was taken on the NC/TN border. The second, in WV. In my old back yard. Literally. What you see still belongs to the old man. He still lives there, on miles and miles of mountains. He says he’ll move soon. Trade in the vastness that’s still The Homeplace for something a little more manageable. [...]