I found this picture of my father and three of his brothers: Marion, Victor and Charles. They were all entertainers, If my dad was in a room with one other person, he would be telling jokes or dancing or playing a fiddle or guitar.
One of my memories centers around Friday and Saturday nights. Dad's friends and brothers would come over for a jam session. Mom, Jerry and I were usually relegated to the bedroom until break time. At the musical break, we would have donuts or something comparable. Then, for the next couple of hours it would be back to the bedroom to listen to a list of music from folk to country to gospel to anything they knew. It was serious business that brought them together. They loved to play. Occasionally, my Mom (who was a really good singer) would join in with a song of her choice.
I didn't appreciate the talent my parents were gifted with until years later. I was always a wannabe singer. I could harmonize, but playing an instrument was not one of my gifts. What I did receive was a great appreciation for those evenings filled with blue grass and love ballads.
This Father's day, I remember my heritage. I thank God for those events He allowed in my life that made me the person I have become. I miss those four men.
Happy Father's day, Jim Treat. I love you.
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