Jane Gingles

Yesterday was Father’s Day when we recognize and honor fathers in our world.  When I was born, my dad was six months from being 50 years of age in   October 1929 when the markets crashed and the “Great Depression” was here.

As a young child, Dad did not have time for game playing and little girl activities as he worked from dawn until dark during crop planting, growing, and harvest seasons.  I would see him at noon and afternoons when we would take lunches to the field during harvest.