Today marks the first anniversary of the death of Ernest Randolph "Doc" McConnell...my Dad. I have experienced all of the "firsts" without him...his first birthday, Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, Father's Day, etc.
I cooked a big supper and joining us were: Guerry, Dad's wife, and Cecelia ~ my first cousin/Dad's brother Tom's daughter. While Rosy washed the dishes, Guerry, Cecelia and I finally read the numerous notes that were written in remembrance of him at the National Storytelling Festival last October in Jonesborough. Guerry and I have made two or three attempts at starting to read them, but never could bring ourselves to do so. I suppose the timing just wasn't right. It was refreshing to read what others wrote.
Rosy and Maggie joined us to watch a video clip of Dad performing his medicine show. We all laughed at his antics and expertise as he charmed the audience with his humor and foolishness.
I can't believe that it has been a whole year since his death. I feel certain he's still telling his tall tales, lies and yarns in that heavenly venue with his biggest fan on the front row listening....Mom.
I also like to think that God gives him two 'thumbs-up' for telling "whoppers" in the land of eternal truth! Yep, I think it's perfectly fine, don't you?!
NOTE: The above picture was taken during Jonesborough Days circa 1975. Dad, his brother ~ Cecil/aka "Steamer" and me.
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