My Dad (chapter 1)

March 23, 2012

First, you need to know, my dad is cool, and he was always cool. He was the original MacGyver, long before Mac was Mac. He once took a tongue depressor, a rubber-band, and some plastic from a bacon package and made my brother and I little sail boats when we were camping. One day I’ll blog about all the things he’s created to fix, repair or just make something better. It’s not enough to say he was a handy man. He was so much better than your average handyman. Still is at 77.

We grew up at the top corner of a cul de sac (court) which meant that while our front yard was small our back yard was pretty large for the neighborhood. Our yard was the ultimate hide and seek, army, and all around playground that the neighborhood kids would come to. Especially after my dad installed a drinking fountain! We had a sand box (dad built). We had swings and a slide. We had a fire pole 20 ft up into a tree. We had a Play house(a tree house on the ground) Again, Dad Built! But to this day, I’ve never met anyone who had a drinking fountain in their back yard. I love you Pop! I can’t ever thank you enough for an amazing and loving childhood. Thank You!

Dad buildin' stuff

drinkin fountain

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6 Responses to “My Dad (chapter 1)”

  1. Stevie D said

    I know some people who don’t have many good things to say about their Dad. I, like you, am not one of them.

  2. meljorino said

    He’s got some cool kids too.

  3. Marianne Beck said

    Sam’s backyard was the ultimate hang-out for all the neighborhood kids. Good times! Thanks Mr. Rinehart for many wonderful memories!

    PS It would be great to find some pictures of the Jolly Roger kite. Did it ever fly? Remember those cold days at the National Kite Festival on the Mall?

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