My town has more than a few claims to fame. It is the Lilac City, the host of Bloomsday and Hoop Fest (world’s largest 3-on-3 basketball tournament), and a great place to oggle Craftsman-style homes. There are many different styles of old churches (this is an idea for a photo shoot that I’ve yet to make happen but which I think about whenever I drive around town
oggling Craftsman-style homes).
The church I attend has been around for over one hundred years. In fact, it is where the very first Father’s Day was celebrated.
Sonora Dodd got the idea for a day to honor fathers after hearing a Mother’s Day message preached at another church. Her own mother had passed away when Mrs. Dodd was a sixteen-year-old girl, leaving Sonora’s father to raise 6 children on his own (although I suspect she helped out with those 5 younger brothers). As a young mother herself in the early 20th century, she must have had incredible respect for a man who took on the role of single parenthood. (Go ahead and click the link, it is interesting!)
I visited my dad in early April. We’ve aged a bit since 1988…