Staying With My Father
“I am with you always….” Matt. 28:20
I was seven years old when my father moved our family to Orange, Texas. WWII had begun and he became a ship fitter at the Consolidated Steel Shipyard. We moved into a tiny, hastily built shack in a housing area designed specifically for the incoming defense workers. It had only three small rooms and no indoor plumbing, but we were so excited about our hundred -mile journey and new home! It was there that we tasted our first margarine and saw our first battleship and rice canal.
We were within walking distance of Bancroft Elementary School and the mysterious Adam’s Bayou. The waters of this murky bayou teemed with large numbers of fish, water moccasins and snapping turtles. My Dad took us fishing there often, but we were never allowed to go there without him.
Daddy has been gone since 1984 and now Our Heavenly Father watches over both daddy and us. And we never go anywhere without Him.
By Doug Fincher August 15, 2005
I was seven years old when my father moved our family to Orange, Texas. WWII had begun and he became a ship fitter at the Consolidated Steel Shipyard. We moved into a tiny, hastily built shack in a housing area designed specifically for the incoming defense workers. It had only three small rooms and no indoor plumbing, but we were so excited about our hundred -mile journey and new home! It was there that we tasted our first margarine and saw our first battleship and rice canal.
We were within walking distance of Bancroft Elementary School and the mysterious Adam’s Bayou. The waters of this murky bayou teemed with large numbers of fish, water moccasins and snapping turtles. My Dad took us fishing there often, but we were never allowed to go there without him.
Daddy has been gone since 1984 and now Our Heavenly Father watches over both daddy and us. And we never go anywhere without Him.
By Doug Fincher August 15, 2005