Teresa G. D’vall
My dad taught me many things, but the lesson I remember most is the one about the value of a good home. I knew we didn’t live in the best part of town, but I never thought we were poor. Instead of fine furnishings and luxuries money could buy; our house was filled with laughter, happiness and meals we still recall with satisfaction
We never took a fancy vacation but I have many fond memories of camping trips, fishing excursions and long hikes in the woods near home where we spent hours engaged in our best talks. Thirty years later, I still think of my dad whenever I see purple and white wildflowers in fields like the ones we used to walk through.
Dad loved beagles and we always had one as a family pet. They were pure bred and worth several hundred each as pups. One year after Angie, or Beauty or Sally had a litter I asked him, excitedly, how much money we’d earn after selling them. There were many needs we could have satisfied with the proceeds from the sale of one beagle. Dad told me that most of the people he knew couldn’t afford to pay for the pups and he’d rather see them go to good homes, places where he might even get to see them as they grew up.
I’ve told my children many stories about their grandfather, but the one about our bargain beagles is my favorite. I strive to raise all six of them the way dad raised me; with the knowledge that some assets are priceless.
My best memories of growing up were spent with my dad. He is still the richest man I know.