Monday, February 28, 2011

Lil' Bobby


The house he grew up in. (Burbank, California)

Bobby and his sister, Betty.

He always wanted to be a cowboy.

He loved his Daddy.

He loved fishing.

He loved building things.

He loved playing with his family.

Again he loved fishing.

I think the attitude says it all.
My Dad went by a lot of different nicknames in his life, but never was called by his first name. His mom called him Bobby from the start even though she had named him after her father, William. He had curly bright orange hair and blue eyes and lots of freckles. I think he must have been a handful. He was the youngest of two children in their family and five years younger than his sister, Betty.

He used to stand on a footstool when he was very little and sing at the top of his lungs for anyone who would listen. My Dad, of course, taught us some of those songs. The one I remember the best was "The Old Grey Mare." It goes something like this:

The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be,
ain't what she used to be,
ain't what she used to be.
The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be,
many long years ago.

The old grey mare she went to the county fair,
sat in a electric chair,
burned off her underwear.
The old grey mare she ain't what she used to be,
many long years ago.

His Mom still wanted him to sing that song when he was a middle-aged father. So he taught it to my little sister, BugaCita. She would sing it and we would laugh and laugh. I'm sure he had the same reaction when he sang it.

***A note to family reading this: You can copy and paste these pictures to your computer! And if you have any stories of your own about Dad, leave them in the comments area. I'm printing this out at the end of the year, so any input would be fabulous.

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