Classic '50s Dad
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Happy Father's Day, Dad. Dad memories. Dad was a classic '50s dad, a Marine Corps vet who'd served in World War 2 and a born scout master. Here he is with my brother and my Mom. He was Scout Master for the troop at our church for years. Having grown up very poor in a large family, he loved nature. Memories of Dad include him taking us on nature hikes in Marshall Canyon in (I think) LaVerne: there was a little "nature museum" there with a butterfly collection and a tiny zoo of snakes and lizards out back. A couple of times a year he'd take us for an over-nighter at Joshua Tree - at the time, the campsites there consisted of a water-pipe and faucet sticking up from the ground at the end of a long single lane of badly-weathered asphalt, and a couple of out-houses (Porta-Potties not having been in use at the time, these were permanent structures). We'd drive out Saturday morning, set up a tent, make lunch, walk among the rocks and desert, have dinner, look a