Tomorrow is Father’s Day. Both of my dads, my father and father-in law, are gone. My father-in-law Gordon Nix died on March 30, 1980. My father Ralph Hill died Feb. 23, 1993.
Thinking about how long they have been gone makes me nostalgic for the good times.
Gordon worked for many years as a butcher at Frank’s Market. In our house, daddy was the one who did the grocery shopping. Some of my earliest memories are of shopping with daddy at Frank’s Market. I was small enough to ride in the baby seat on the basket. My favorite part was when the butcher would give me a Noble’s hot-dog to munch on while we shopped. This was obviously before the safety police decreed hot-dogs must be cut in tiny pieces to keep kids from choking on them. I really wish I could remember seeing Gordon behind the butcher counter, but I can’t.
As a butcher, he had a great respect for and extraordinary skill with knives. As a young woman just setting up housekeeping, I fell victim to advertising hype and ordered a Ginsu knife. He found that hilarious. I may have the last laugh on this one though; I still have the knife 38 years later. No matter how many times I have run it through the dishwasher the darn thing is impossible to kill! ...