My father holding me at Mount Vernon, George Washington's estate.
Happy Father’s Day in honor of all fathers everywhere. I lost my father in 1995, so Father’s Day will now always be a bittersweet day. I treasure his memory and miss him so much.
Below is an article about the rocking horses my father made for his grandchildren. Later, when he heard he had ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis — Lou Gehrig’s Disease), he hurried to complete the horses he was working on. If you magnify the article on your screen, it is readable — if barely.
Rocking Horse Story.
Catherine Sherman 
I remember that after your wedding reception, your father and I stomped on all the cans (of what?) so they could be recycled. When you told me that he loved my print of The Unruly Birthday Party, I knew he was a kindred spirit. 🙂
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Oh Cathy, what a gifted man your dad was. I know now where you get your talents! I used to carve but nothing like horses! wow.
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Those are fantastic rocking horses!
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