My Dad’s Fork in the Road


Here’s a little story about how my two cultures came together.

Jan Morrill Writes

I was well into my adult life before I heard the story about my dad and his blue Jaguar, and I think there’s no better time than Father’s Day than to share it with you.

My father is the second oldest of six children who were born and raised in Missouri and Kentucky. Their mom, my grandma, raised them pretty much on her own, while their dad worked away from home with the Tennessee Valley Authority. Though Grandma and Grandpa provided their six kids with most of what they needed during the Depression, my dad has told me many stories of growing up in those lean years. Stories of when he and his brothers used to go to nearby corn fields and gather corn that had dropped to the ground during harvest. Stories of Grandma sewing clothes out of potato sacks.

So, you can imagine how my dad must have…

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