"C.W. BALDAUF... A FATHER TO REMEMBER'....

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I had many mentors as I was growing up, and all these years later I still remember and appreciate them. 

But it was my father, Clarence W. Baldauf, who was the most influential person of my lifetime. 

I didn't have so very many years with him. After all, he died when I was 14 years old and he was only 50. But the years I did have were significant to what I would become and who I am. 

From an early age, I was my father's enthusiastic audience---a budding news junkie drawn to his reflective style of comment and debate on issues and events. Child that I was, he talked to me as if I understood, and in time I did.

---Rose Moore

SUMMER 'SNOW' FROM POPLAR TREES...

Big Dog Mick and I enjoyed a lovely walk in mid-morning sunshine and soft breezes. 

Suddenly the wind kicked up and filled the air with "fuzzies" from the poplar trees. 

Big Dog leaped up like dolphins leap from water; he was trying to catch those fuzzies in his mouth!

Now I'm sitting on the porch--with a TIRED DOG!

BOB'S WILD ELDERBERRIES...

AH, THIS OLD PHOTO... IT WAS TAKEN SOME TIME AGO WHEN BOB'S OLD FAITHFUL WILD ELDERBERRIES WERE BURSTING INTO BLOOM. 

THAT OLD SHRUB BLOOMED EVERY SINGLE YEAR, ALWAYS IN THE WEEK APPROACHING FATHER'S DAY.

YET... THEY HAVEN'T PRODUCED ONE BLOSSOM OR ONE BERRY SINCE BOB PASSED AWAY. 

​WHO KNEW THAT OLD SHRUB HAD SUCH FEELINGS FOR MY BOB? ❤️ 

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