This is my tblog (tie blog), so I can post whatever I want on it– even if it has no neckwear anywhere in it. This photo is what I want to share with y’all today. I’m super-glad I came across it while cleaning the loft yesterday. It deserves its own post.
Dad slept with a 17-year-old-woman, a 77-year old woman, and a woman of every age in between. It was the same woman. He was a one-woman man, and that woman was Mom, of course. Here, she is getting her doze on.
But Dad had secret loves. Although Mom was his queen love, she sometimes had to share him with his two other life-long loves. Beyond his adoration of Mom, Dad loved every bee he ever owned. I told him he was so attached to his bees that I couldn’t believe he didn’t brand each one’s little butt. Trillions of butts. Occasionally, when Dad paid too much attention to his bees, or bought them literally tons of sugar, Mom referred to them as “Ron’s damn bees.”
Dad’s second mistress was hunting, as represented in this photo by part of his gun collection. If there was a hunt for it, Dad hunted it– successfully. He told me it was the hunting he loved, never the killing. Dad hunted coyotes all across Millard County EVERY morning, even in the last few weeks of his life.
I always knew Dad slept with Mom at his right side and a pistol on his left side (in the nightstand). But I did not know, until I saw this snapshot, that he slept on his guns. As you can see, Dad’s love for his weaponry made him a polygunist. (I just had to get that groaner of a joke in here.)
