My Dad called me "Jo"

I don't actually remember why, I think it had something to do with a friend he worked with who had a witty sense of humor and the two of them got along well~

My Dad was my Good Friend for as long a I can remember

I still recall being called in for dinner one Summer day~I hid near the side of the big porch on the front or our house!!Giggling while everyone was looking for me.

My Dad walked out onto the porch(yeah, he saw me hiding, but never let me know) and Hollered, HEEEY JOOOO~ three times, then, he simply looked over the porch railing and said~

Come on in Jo, it's time for dinner -----------


Great Memories are Better than Money in the Bank!!!!