My dad, on the right, with his cousin in 1925.
On Father’s Day my own father comes to mind. He was a tall, barrel chested man and strong as an ox.
As a farmer he had to use his wits. His generation was the last to use mules to plow and the first to use tractors. The beauty of using mules is that you could only work during daylight, from dawn to dusk. Tractors had lights, so my father could work incessantly.
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“It doesn’t matter how much you save, just do it regularly.”
Words of wisdom from my mother, the best financial adviser that I’ve ever had. She told me this a million times growing up. It made absolutely no sense to me. In a way, it still doesn’t. But, I did it, and I hope you are, too.
When my sister and I were little girls, our mother and father made us write thank you notes. I remember one time my brother’s girlfriend brought us pretty little bracelets. We dutifully sat down and wrote one thank you note together. When our parents found out they insisted that we write separate ones, but we succeeded with just the one. The note, after all, had already been written we told our parents, and thus won the battle!