Time is precious, Horseshoer's Daughter
As I start writing in this blog, I would like to explain that for time, I am going to be writing about my life, my childhood experiences and my heart. I want you, the reader, to get to know my heart, then we will some share book reviews. The story to follow is about my Dad and me. Enjoy!
A HORSESHOER'S DAUGHTER
Why did I relate to the old Loretta Lynn song "Coal Miner's Daughter"? I was a "Horseshoer's Daughter" and I could sing the song and put Horseshoer's Daughter in place of Coal Miner's Daughter.
I was born in the late sixties, so about 1974 was when I could really start remembering my childhood adventures. Loretta Lyn was Proud to be a "Coal Miners Daughter" and I was "Proud to be a Horseshoer's Daughter." Horseshoeing is like being a blacksmith or a horse farrier and it is very back breaking work. Dad went from place to place, in the area, putting shoes on horses. In the summer, I had the pleasure to go on adventures with him. I was able to hold all the Beautiful Horses, while he worked. He would talk to me to me about little things and big things such as faith in the Lord and trusting him throughout life. I would share my childlike dreams with him and we would chatter through the job. During the drive home, I would keep my dad awake by the constant chatter, he called me a "little chatterbox," when he was really tired. If he was thinking and not answering I was say "ya know it Dad" until he answered and I new he was awake. I was very Proud To Be A "Horseshoer's Daughter" because Dad took the time to love me and share precious time with me. Thanks Dad, I didn't know, at the time, just how precious it was, but in today's culture and the speed we go, I am so thankful that you taught me perspective.
Time is so precious in every relationship!
Thank you for the story, Lisa, and a chance to know a little more about you! How special those memories become with time. I only came to fully appreciate my dad in later years, and now that he is gone, I'm blessed to have those good memories of him and what he taught me as you are with your dad. How true that time is so precious in our relationships, and what a joy when we can realize it before it's too late!
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What a wonderful story. I know a horseshoer who had a big lump in his throat when he read your story. How touching and precious the memories are. You are a vary special daughter to the horseshoer.
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