George F. Gager

Today I rewired a lamp. The last person to rewire it was my dad. He died April 2 of 1999. I thought of him as I disconnected wires, reconnected wires. It brought us back together. Father and daughter. I inherited the knack of being handy from him. He barely taught me such things. Maybe by accident I stood too close to him the day he repaired a flat tire or filed down a sticking door. Maybe I just simply wanted to hang out with my dad and happened to learned something. I don't know. I do know he has some responsibility in who I am today. For that, I am thankful. Love you Dad!