This is a tribute to my dad, J. R. Anderson.
In every kid’s mind, they want to believe their dad is better than anyone else’s. I realize prejudice and love is in the eye of the beholder. Yet, many times I never realized the treasure I have had in my father. I am blessed because he is still with me today...a confidant & friend.
I remember the times as a little kid my Dad would come home from building houses in Ozark County. He would walk up the driveway and ask me to open his lunchbox. Among the used sandwich wraps & coffee thermos bottle would be a nickel size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. To me…it was a priceless treasure and reminder that my dad was always thinking of me and loved me.
I will always remember our walks in the Ozark County woods, Lick Creek, Possum Walk Creek, T Highway, and Mammoth Cemetery. Dad taught me how hunt, trap, and fish. I love reminiscing about our evenings at Mearl Anderson’s General Store and pouring peanuts in our RC Cola for a sweet & salty snack. (If you’ve never tried this…give it a whirl.) I still treasure his stories of his days growing up in Mammoth and taking me as a kid to all of my living great uncles & aunts to hear their stories. He inspired me with his experiences of boot camp & infantry training so much I joined the Air Force.