Dad always found time for us girls if we were in the garden while he was working. He would give us rides in the wheelbarrow, or squirt water over us if he was watering the garden. As the cold spray splashed over us, we would squeal in mock anger, but really we loved it. He taught us how to dig a patch of earth and how to set seeds. He also showed us how to feed the chickens and how to be kind to animals. He loved his children and we loved him.