He was a farmer, a professional singer, Vice-President of the Federal Land Bank, a Choir Director, and a great gardener, who started the first community garden in Louisville. And, in his spare time, Dad proudly cared for his 200 rose bushes in the back yard, displaying cuttings at various events.
He was funny, kind, good-looking, and a sympathetic listener; he loved people in general, and never met a stranger.
Plus, he grilled a mighty tasty rare steak. But, most of all, he was Bud French, my loving Dad, and a wonderful grandfather also!
|Dad ~ March 20, 1911 to Feb. 15, 1994|
|Just one of his gardens, check out all those tomato stakes!|
|A few of his roses, what a heavenly aroma!|
|Mom and Dad on their 40th wedding anniversary, 1976|
|Our wedding day with Mom and Dad, April 15, 1967|
|Grandpa and Billy ~ early 1971|
|Grandpa and Matt ~ 1974|
Happy Father’s Day Dad, you’re always in my heart.
Happy Father’s Day to my loving husband, Bill, you give our sons someone to honor, respect and admire.
Here’s to all you wonderful Dads out there who are guiding your kids on their way, and to those who are raising someone else’s children like their own, a…
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!