i am a butcher’s daughter

Jun 1, 2013

A treasure hunt produced a pretty good find…

that's my dad, the butcher

That’s my Dad on the bottom left. Taken in 1955, these graduating butchers (along with the crew behind them posing with their backs exposed in this shot) were about to embark upon an adventure. One of hard work, lots of blood, and smells that aren’t likely to appeal to any of us. The dude smiling while holding the roll of bologna probably went to work in a city at some big box store while Dad was wading muddy fields with a hog rifle and butchering on the farm. The little guy with the crazy grin near the far right? See him? The one with the knife and steel? My guess is he spent the majority of his life in some penitentiary.

To switch from the profession to the person… I can’t get over how much Ben (today) looks like Dad (in 1955). And then, I found another photo! A picture of Ben at 3 years-old, (I may share it tomorrow if I get the energy to grab it electronically). With a slightly different hair style, 3 year-old Ben’s photo could be passed off as a picture of Coco. Of course, this means that Coco is going to look like my Dad when she’s old. YOU do the math.