" D a d w oul d reply. "I'm not cold--- working too har d t o b e cold."Many times I wonder e d whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether h e w as foolish.On e tim e when I was quit e young, perhaps fiv e or so, I went ic e fishing with D...
One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold.After we’d been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.“Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said.“Yeah, it’s cold out he...
One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day─and badly cold. After we'd been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold. "Daddy, my feet are cold. " I said. "Yeah, it's cold out h...
One time when I was about five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day—and bitterly cold. After we'd been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold.“Daddy, my feet are cold.” I said. “Yeah, it's cold out here today.” He...
One time when I was quite young perhaps five or so I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright clear day—and bitterly cold. After we’d been out on the ice for a little while my feet started getting cold. “ Daddy my feet are cold.” I said. “Tell you what ” he said. ...
" I'd ask. "No," Dad would reply. "I'm not cold-- working too hard to be cold."Many times I wondered whether my fatherwas an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It wasa bright,...
I'd ask. "No," Dad would reply. "I'm not cold——working too hard to be cold!" Many times I wondered whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright,...
"Many times I wondere d whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.Once, when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright,clear day-an d badly cold.After we' d been out on the ice for a little while, ...
Once when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It was a bright, clear day and bitterly cold. After we'd been out on the ice for a little while, my feet started getting cold."Daddy, my feet are cold," I said. "Walk around. Make some circles in...
" I' d ask. "No," D a d woul d reply. “I'm not cold-working too har d to be cold. "Many times I wondere d whether my father was an extremely tough man, or whether he was foolish.One time when I was quite young, perhaps five or so, I went ice fishing with Dad. It...