This coming Sunday is Father’s day, and this post is in honor of my father. His name was Otho Richmeyer, and he was born March 5, 1921. He died on December 30, 1993. He served in WWII, and he drew the picture below while serving his country.
I got this picture when my mother broke up her house and moved to a villa. The picture was already framed when I got it. I had wondered exactly when my dad drew this. Knowing my dad, I took the picture out of the frame, and I found this on the back.
My dad had artistic talent. He was creative, but he didn’t use it in his profession. He fixed televisions for a living (back when they had tubes) and later, he fixed automotive repair equipment. He was creative when he finished the basement of the house we grew up in, when he designed gardens and grew flowers and plants in the backyard, and later in life, when he made beautiful wood carvings. I can still see Jack jumping over the candlestick and the cow jumping over the moon when he created a playroom in our basement and painted a long wall with scenes from nursery rhymes.
Creativity is truly a blessing from above. The joy of self expression. A shared meaning of a captured moment or idea. A gift made with love and thoughtfulness. Sometimes creativity can be a legacy.
I like to think my dad’s creativity lives on in me.
Happy Father’s Day!