My Parents

This is my mom and my dad.  Their names were Patricia Ann and Jimmy Dale.

Over the last few months I have written a large number of posts about my parents.  I am also including pictures and I eventually hope to post some videos too.  All of the content that I am posting about my parents is as accurate as possible.  For instance, many of my posts have pictures that were taken in the 1960s.  I have been posting these pictures and using some DVDs that my mom and I made together back in late 2006 that details her explaining the story behind the photographs that her and my dad took back then.  So, all of the stories that are shared here, were told to me by one of them.

This has been a really fun project for me.  An easy yet fulfilling hobby, if you will.  My dad never got to meet any of my children.  My mother was able to hold my second child until she passed away when he was about one month old.  My daughter, our third and last, never got to meet either of them.  My kids are young, but someday they might want to learn about my parents.  If so, maybe this blog will help them do that.  Perhaps other members of the family, younger than myself, can also learn a bit about them.  This is a labor of love for them both.

The sections of this blog about my parents have slowly been turning into a way for me to remember and honor my parents.  I am also hoping that whoever takes the time to go through this blog will get a feel for who these two people were, and what there lives were like throughout the years.

My dad is named Jimmy Dale Bl******.  He was born in Fort Worth, Texas in 1939.  Both of his parents passed away when he was a teenager.  After they died, he didn’t have too many options so he ended up in the army.  In fact, he was in the 101st Airborne.  He had tuberculosis when he was in his early 20s.  After this he ended up in Denver, Colorado where he met my mother.  My mom is named Patricia Ann Ke***.  She was born in Mohall, North Dakota two years after my dad.  She had 9 siblings.  They all lived on a farm.  Her dad seemed to do OK financially with the farm and my mom and her siblings were really never in need of anything.  She ended up in Denver living near a guy named Jimmy Dale.

They were married for close to four decades.  They were good parents for my siblings and I.  They are missed, I wish I could see them and talk to them again, but I can’t.  I do have their memories though.  And that is what I plan to share here.

Happy blogging!

Regards,

Caleb.

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