My Dad and me.

This picture of my dad and me was taken around 1956. You can see that dad was not very tall. When I wore "heels", I was a tall as he was. My dad always looked nice when he got all dressed up. I , being his only daughter, was always very proud of the way I looked and complimented me often.
He was a good story teller and was "the life of the party" more often than not.
He loved baseball. I remember watching games with him as he would tell me all about what was going on. That's how I learned to like baseball.
He died way to soon.