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I am working on a portfolio to seek a job in a local museum. I live in a very historical town. My father had a scrapbook with lots of pictures of old things and old places in our hometown. I printed copies of these photos and I will put them together in book I am making and will present these along with my resume. I finally finished printing what must be about thirty old photos.
Now I am reminiscing about my dad. Right before he died he was so sick he was not himself. His body was swollen. He was cranky, angry, and irritable. When daddy first died this was my thoughts of him. Daddy passed away on Feb 5, 2010. It has now been 5 years since he passed away. Friday would have been daddy's birthday. He would be 92 years old if he were still living. It is interesting that I am doing this project around the time of his birthday. Daddy was a historian with meticulous attention to details and facts. He loved history. I love history. Daddy documented so much of our local history with his photos. He was also a member of many historical clubs. Now I am not remembering the sick daddy but the daddy who was a historian, the daddy who used to take me to forts and civil war reenactments. I fear that my father would not be very proud of the person I have become. He was a strong proud man of the Great Depression/World War II era. He always worked hard and stuck things out for us. Depression has turned me into a mental mess and somewhat of a failure. Now I am wanting to leave a stressful profession to hopefully go to work doing something historical. I doubt that dad would approve of what I am doing, but then maybe he might, since he loved history. To the memories of daddy. ![]() |
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((( waterknob1234 )))
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I would have said the very same thing. My (late) parents have loved me and supported me all the way at my decisions, and there were lots of times that they didn't agree with it. With you, Waterknob, being a Christian; would you think that your father would be looking down at (seeing) you from Heaven? He sounded like a very loving and caring Dad for you. I'm sure he would have want you to be happy. And I personally think that working at a museum would be a very nice thing for you.
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I still remember how dad got me interested in geneology (family history). Daddy took out an old tin type photo that was over 100 years old. He asked me if I could scan it in the computer and print out a nice copy for him. I said I could. Then I asked him who the person was in the photo and he said it was his grandmother on his mom's side. After that I became fascinated in the family history and recorded everything I could. Now the extended family members know me as the "family historian."
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Even Elijah had to run away to the wilderness when he was overwhelmed. Follow your heart.
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