Feb 25th, My Father Remembered

Dear Reader,

One reason I try to remember a person's birthday and celebrate it, is their connection to me. My father was born Feb 25, 1908 and passed on May 5th, 2004. I owe a lot to him, in putting me on the right path upon this world. Here's a very creditable account in his life: I call it the miracle in the town dump. Mid-1960's time frame. My father was dump picking, as it helped bring in extra selling income. This perticular dump was a few towns over, near some poor Cousins, on a visit. The dump was afire. He spotted a religious picture, in the on-coming flames. I honestly don't remember if I was their... My father started his climb up the trash heap to rescue it. He stated his feet was all of a sudden lifted above the sinking trash and, "escaladed," to the picture! Grabbed it, found a King James Bible next to it and grabbed that to. The flames were nearer now... That escalator ride took him to the top of the dump and set him upon firmer standing. The picture by the way, was a painting of St. Teresa (Little Flower) on a sheet of tin. My father was very upset how someone could throw-out such things. During my real conversion to Christ, after my surgery, I read the life of St. Terese. My heart sped up upon reading her comment about her vision of the; "the stairway attached to the Earth and connecting Heaven, Angels upon it." Or, words to that effect. My next blog, if you would like to hear, would be a face-to-face private revelation to my parents in this Tolland home. It backs-up miracle #1. I will do that in person at another time and date. I even have a written documentation claim proof to show. Now, you understand, the reason I'm so forward and helpful on worthy causes, on the human scale. To this place called Fort at No. 4...