by Susan Call | May 20, 2015 | Susan's Blog
I reached my arms straight up grabbing hold of my dad’s hands. Without hesitation my fingers curled around his first two fingers. Enthusiastically I stepped up onto his toes with anticipation. I’ll be honest, I don’t remember exactly how young I was, only that my feet...
by Susan Call | Apr 21, 2015 | Susan's Blog
(photo credit/copyright: 123RF.com) If I close my eyes, I can still smell the sawdust and hear the hum of the saw in my dad’s workshop. Growing up, I used to watch him build and create beautiful woodwork. Too young to use the big equipment, I often...
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