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Ah Pen To Fathers Day

The R&R's of marvin, 1st rule you will go to sunday school and every sunday n' for goodness sake don't say I gotta headache. growing up in poppa marvin's world was a daily mindblower it seemed he was in a mode of raisin' us good and like I say-daily. he had a way of showing affection with each one of us and there was 10 of us. one day we's all in the front yard looking for daddy to come around the corner on his bicycle getting off from work, it was beautifully wicked, daddy comes around the corner and pulls up in the driveway and we all said it at the same time-we gotta car! daddy justa smiling knowing he once again did real well for his family, we all hopped into daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet. I googled it-powerglide, 2 gear automatic. special events there was always an associated scent wit it, made for impressions. my special one on one event wit daddy I was the only kid he would let hop into mr. Hamilton's stinky cigar funeral car and ride down to the local radio station for the Hamilton's family hour and they would tell the listeners who they plan to bury that week. daddy would start the program singing: have I given anything today..impressions probably why I became a radio personality. poppa marvin, man that guy was special, we would go on these sunday school picnics to different places, I remember swimming way out in this pool and wow, an undercurrent in ah swimming pool! daddy was so cool he was right there and lead me to safety and he never mentioned it. I took many clues from daddy on how to treat a woman with his interactions with my momma gladys, one evening I hear momma in a very concerned tone-marvin let's go to our room we never argue in front of these children-another R of the R&R's of marvin, not only give counsel but take counsel. I loved growing up in the south wit my daddy he had good rules, the town I grew up in had good rules especially for teenagers we had some adult privleges real early. the day I looked at that highway patrolman wit this wide brim hat on his head as he handed me my north Carolina drivers license in my daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet-I was only 13..i miss you poppa.

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