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This wall hanging I did of my dad as I remember him.  He has been gone for almost 35 years.  We did many things together.  I was like his son.  We fished, rode horses, wrestled and boxed.  We played in the water in front of our house and generally shared the same sense of humor.  Dry.  I did receive my big smile from him.

The water is in front of our house at the resort called, Holly Beach.  Across the water you see the cabins for rent at Mike's Place.  The old motor I made into a Johnson motor as that is my maiden name.  He was (or so he said)) a deputized sheriff out here in the rural areas of Kitsap County.  I never did see anything except his handcuffs that would verify this fact.  I did put a star on his cap to indicate the deputy sheriff claim

I wish he could have met and hung out with my children but he died shortly after I had my second baby.  The eldest child just remembers wrestling with my dad, but Ryan was only three years old at the time of dad's death.  I know my children would have loved him and dad would have loved showing them all the adventures and misadventures he wandered into during his life. He was always thinking up some new idea.