Father’s Day 2015
Alvin Glenn Lyon is his name...he’s my Daddy! He will be 89 in October. He was born and raised in Texas and proud of it. He has been with the same woman for 65 years, and I think they are going to stay together .... for the sake of the children of course!
He was a no nonsense kind of Dad....What he said was the law, and don’t mess with him. He was strict and I got my share of whoopins! I will say I deserved every one of them. Don’t know why I was a contankerous little gal, but I liked to go right when I was told to go left...I liked to bite and spit and draw on the walls....you name it, I probably did it, or thought about it.
He would come home from work at 5:00, almost like clock work. We would eat dinner at 5:05. Mother always had something wonderful on the table, and it never occurred to Glenda or I to question it.
A lot of the time we had Mother’s two brothers living with us and often Mother’s Dad as well....Daddy always welcomed them in the door. Family is family .... and you take care of family!
He was a man of God from my very early memory. We never missed a church service unless we were bleeding or sick. I caught him often reading the good book and he lead the blessing over our food and often thanked the Lord for the bounty.
He was and still is a quiet man. Doesn’t say a whole lot, but when he does, you need to listen up! He won’t repeat himself! You heard it the first time! We didn’t travel much except for our usual trip to Dallas from Baytown to visit Mama & Papa. We would maybe stop ONCE. If you needed to take care of business, we were supplied with an empty mayonaise jar to take care of that. We never missed and got pretty good at that over time.
This picture is one of my favorites and was one of the last one taken on our last trip there. We were going to a HODOWN and had to dress accordingly!
My Daddy is not a tall man, but he stands TALL in the eyes of the Lord. When you are on your knees, that is when you are the closest to heaven.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! Hope you get a good nap in before night church. You deserve the very best!...Your cantankerous wild child LOVES YOU!
