Richard had just moved his family into their new home and he needed bunk beds for his daughters. No problem he and his brother bought two by fours and nailed the header and side to two walls. They then framed the other two sides with more two by fours. The made slats, fit the slats into the frame, tossed on two mattresses and now the two girls had two new bunk beds.
The old house had several cherry trees and one in particular was overgrown and the cherries were falling on the clothesline and staining washed clothes. While his brother was visiting the two of them decided to cut the tree down. Richard climbed up the tree where it divided into three limbs and started to cut the branches down. One of his daughters loved the tree and came home to find Dad cutting the tree down. She cried up at him as he swiftly sawed the branch in his white t-shirt. She asked him to stop and he looked down at her and motioned at the other cherry trees on the lot and explained why he had to cut the tree down. He told her that they would be able to make many cherry pies from the other trees. He got down and hugged her and said that every time she made a cherry pie, she could remember him like George Washington, cutting the cherry tree down.
He never danced with his daughter at her wedding, but the year before she left home he danced with her on New Year's Eve at the banquet he attended with his wife. His daughter worked at the cloak room that night and he made a special request for her to dance with him as the evening was ending. She never forgot how he could dance so well for a man who was so big. This precious memory played often in her mind once he died only two years later, but especially on the night of her wedding.
The old house had several cherry trees and one in particular was overgrown and the cherries were falling on the clothesline and staining washed clothes. While his brother was visiting the two of them decided to cut the tree down. Richard climbed up the tree where it divided into three limbs and started to cut the branches down. One of his daughters loved the tree and came home to find Dad cutting the tree down. She cried up at him as he swiftly sawed the branch in his white t-shirt. She asked him to stop and he looked down at her and motioned at the other cherry trees on the lot and explained why he had to cut the tree down. He told her that they would be able to make many cherry pies from the other trees. He got down and hugged her and said that every time she made a cherry pie, she could remember him like George Washington, cutting the cherry tree down.
He never danced with his daughter at her wedding, but the year before she left home he danced with her on New Year's Eve at the banquet he attended with his wife. His daughter worked at the cloak room that night and he made a special request for her to dance with him as the evening was ending. She never forgot how he could dance so well for a man who was so big. This precious memory played often in her mind once he died only two years later, but especially on the night of her wedding.
