This past weekend, our local museum, operated by the Brockway (PA) Historical Society, hosted a talk and book signing for me. My father is one of the officers of the society, and a friend Tim Carnahan also is a valuable volunteer there. Tim did all the legwork setting up the event, and a nice little group attended on Saturday. Some folks also drove from about 15 miles away to get the new book. I was able to make a donation back to the museum from the sales, and it was a very nice couple of hours to spend talking about the book and signing them for attendees.
We had a picture taken, below, as I sign a book with my father looking on. I thought at that moment how what I had written about in the Introduction had come full circle. As he did those forty or so years ago, he once again looked on as I write my name - just as he taught me.
I know we both wish that my Mom, who went back home to God this past February, could have seen this book. She knew all about it as Steve Stanley and I worked on it, and even got to see some early images of the pages. I know that somewhere she is looking down, and perhaps also thinking back those many years ago when her "boys" wrote their shared name on paper for the very first time together.
I just wanted to let everyone know how special that story in the Introduction is to me, as special as the book itself is to Steve and I. Thanks, Dad, for showing me...
...the awesome power of words.