Ninety years ago today my dad, Fenton was born in Adams, WI. His parents were John and Freda both from immigrant families, his Irish, hers German. My dad was named Fenton Julius for his grandfathers. He once told me if anyone ever named a child either of those names he'd shoot them. My grandfather was 15 or more years older than his wife. She met him when she was a supervising teacher in Adams county.
My dad and me in the lane at my grandparents farm. When I was a girl, we used to spend 2 weeks with my grandparents every summer. I was the only grandchild then and was treated as a little princess. I loved the farm which was mainly a milking operation.
My dad at the time of his retirement. My father was a person in my life who gave me unconditional love as he did to all of his family. The older I get the more thankful I am for many of the qualities I feel I have of his. Dad, I loved you very much!