My father Vern E. Myers. He would have been 99 today. I think I have the age correct. There has not been a day in the past 54 years that I have not missed him. I was his shadow. He taught me to milk cows, clean calves pens, swim, dance and many more things. I only heard him swear one time in my life. And that was at a cow. They have driven me to utter a cuss word too. He had fair skin but very dark hair. I look much like his mother. He injured his leg/hip in an accident but I don't remember how. He drove truck for Goodwill when I was very young. He worked in a truck garden near Auburn at one time with his best friend Gabrielle who was a large Phillapino man. He worked for the Milwaukee Railroad until he became ill. He died at age 45 of lung cancer.
We named our oldest son (middle name) after him.
One of the last things he knew that I did and I remember his pride was I won a college scholarship with my beef cow. He got he a cow show halter. I have it to this day. I treasure it.
My daddy was a dreamer. I don't think it was always profitable but he had big dreams. So do I.
Happy birthday in heaven my dear daddy.
