Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

'The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.'