Friday, August 29, 2008
Head Acres
Hi guys! I was reading the blog and I started thinking about Dad (Clif Laverty). Do you all remember the HA he carved into the blue stone that was set in the brick of the fireplace? It stood for Head Acres - it took me years to realize the joke and the double meaning Dad intended - Head Acres - Head Achers (7 kids) and the initials that spelled "HA!" I spent this evening cleaning out Mom's clothing and crying my eyes out. Sorry to bring you all down. For some reason it was hardest of all to clean out her shoes - but Dad must be here with me because as I write this I can here him groaning " Eileen, stop picking your feet!" The thought made me laugh! Thanks Dad, I needed that!! Deb
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Oh Debbie, you make me laugh and cry. Not a bad thing. Mom had a crazy sense of humor, but Dad had that dry wit. I think he was a lot more intelligent than many of us realized. I remember the HA and Head Acres, but I never made the connection. Daddy used to take us out...on endless Sundays, to look at land and walk off acres. I just assumed the HA was a brand for a literal name. I miss both Mom and Dad at different times, on different occasions and for different reasons. I so wish he could have met Steve. Heaven knows he and Hugh never bonded, but they say a woman tends to marry a man like their father (that gives me the creeps in a way), and I can see a lot in common between Steve and Daddy. Steve's often said he wishes he could have known Dad and I can see Daddy on our back deck helping Steve plan our next home improvement. I guess we'll just have to wait for our mansion improvements in the sky. Bless you for taking care of Mom and her things. Love you, Eileen
I have to agree with Eileen, You bring both smiles and tears. I try to think about the good times and then Laverty "brood" times. I also remember the morning I stepped off the side steps that lead to the fireplace and stepped in horse manure bare footed. The morning we all went out to see Casey.
I also remember the Thanksgiving the oven was broken and Dad boiled the turkey in a big pot on a wood fire o the fireplace with HA on it. Sometimes I think they were the best times.
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