Sunday, June 17, 2012

Sunday Morning Peace

In honor of fathers everywhere . . .


My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.
Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass."
"We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys."
--Harmon Killebrew


He didn't tell me how to live, he lived, and let me watch him do it.
--Clarence Budington Kelland


A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms
when his hands are empty.
--Author unknown


One father is worth more than a hundred Schoolmasters.
--George Herbert


Blessings

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