My Dad passed over today.
. My Dad was a farmer most of his life. We grew up farming, his example to me is what made me what I am. I learned the mechanical skills that I have from him. Helping as a boy to fix the well pump,weld a broken disc harrow, rewire the fans in the chicken house, knew how to drive a tractor by the time I was 8 or 9 and a farm truck not much later than that. Taught us to work hard, hard work never killed no one, and to realize the value of a nickel. Many of my memories are of working side by side with pulling on the same wrench. Music and laughter were important to him. A Nissly gathering was not a gathering if we were not laughing, pulling pranks, just needling each other and having a great time. There was a lot of tears today but much laughter also. We grew up listening to such great music made by the likes of the Louvin brothers, Statler brothers, Emmy Lou Harris, Ricki Scaggs and many, many others. That music and the appreciation of a fine harmony made indelible marks on us kids. We four kids spent several hours this evening picking music for the memorial service, singing a few bars of each and remembering his love for great music. He taught us to hunt and fish and to love the mountains and streams. I will miss Him greatly. Go rest high on that mountain, you work here on earth is done.
