This is the last Tuesday in June the month we honor fathers. I think of my parents every day. Something will trigger a memory when I least expect it. I’m busy and focused on my writing but I’ll see Dad’s dictionary, a ten pound Webster, sitting on my shelf or some other thing. June is the month to remember and write about Fathers.

My Dad liked to bake bread. He loved the history of grain and often told the story of the Roman legions traveling twenty miles a day on a cup of mixed grain. If the Roman armies could conquer the known world, then it would surely do each one of us good to eat the grains. My Dad studied, as one of his hobbies, Greek and Latin. So he read Marcus Aurelius in Latin. He studied the Greek philosophers, but he also baked bread.

Over the years when we both baked, we exchanged many recipes for bread. He liked all kinds and produced beautiful products. It was before cell phones so there are no pictures of his accomplishments but I can testify to his efforts.

He enjoyed having the pet of a sour dough mixture in his refrigerator. He fed it, stirred it, and baked bread with it. My father was a gentle man. He had many awesome qualities that I remember. He loved languages and words. He loved a good metaphor: every man with his own fig tree and grape vine. This was a reference to what the old testament listed as prosperity. He loved his children, and his animals. He never backed away from a challenge, like plumbing from his house to the city sewer line. He persevered despite many challenges. I miss his gentle spirit even today.

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Writer of fiction and non-fiction for children of all ages. Love the mental age where the rules of logic are suspended and there is a willingness to enter the story world no matter what your physical age.

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Stephen Porter

Thank you. In many ways he sounds a lot like my father. Not the baking bread part, but I love the idea of your father using his relationship with bread as a unifying, constant, and undoubtedly therapeutic, thread in his life.

Doug Millison

Thanks for writing this one.