Buster, the football hero turned fly boy WW11 pilot with an ego to match. Finds a turning point in his life that changes his views on humanity. How his family dynamics impact his life and intertwine with letters home.
Lisa Reinicke is the majority holder of Our House Publications and author of 4 published children’s picture books for sale on Amazon and independent book stores. Lisa was honored with the Mom's Choice Gold Award for lifetime literary excellence for her children's book "Wings and Feet in 2017. She is a storyteller and author of 35 children’s stories appearing on local TV shows, elementary schools, and bookstores. The stories have been published in 3 collective recordings for distribution for A Goodnight Sleep Company. She also produced online (virtual) training for service advisors and technicians. Lisa served as head writer and on-camera talent in the videos. Her books are entertaining yet focus on social issues that engage children and parents to discuss. Her four children were all uniquely different ranging from physical differences, adoption, and physiological disorders that lead her following experts in each field to help children overcome the stigma around being different.
Lisa passionately works raising money for charities that improve children’s lives physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
I can't help but wonder if there wasn't something more to the disrupting call at dinnertime.
I know that most families no longer say dinnertime prayers anymore, but just checking in with our Father for one minute at meal time was one minute of communication.
My dad wanted nothing more than to hear my voice once a day. Meal time was convenient. He got to hear what I was eating, plus it allowed him to know that I had blessing enough to have food.
Dad would laugh when I would tell him what I cooked. That meant that he had done his job well; I was taught how to cook and now knew how to feed my family.
Our Father wants nothing more than to hear our voice once a day. To stop. Put the world on hold just for one minute. Be thankful. But- we are too busy- too inconvenienced. Or- maybe we just don't want to talk to Dad.
Yes, I believe there was a hidden message in his calls. Again he teaches me, long after he is gone.
He also made it a mission to call every night at dinnertime just to see what we were having for dinner. Not because he wanted to know, but because he knew we were eating and he was disrupting it. That was great fun to him, causing me to get up from the table. He did this up to the day he died. It is one of the things that I still expect to happen at dinner. Here is how the conversation would go and always just as I was about to take my first bite of food: Me: “Hi, Dad.” (Because I knew it was him) Dad: “What are you having for dinner?” Me: “Roast and mashed potatoes.” Dad: “Cream gravy or brown gravy?” Me: “Brown, Dad. Why does it matter?” Dad: “Just wanted to see if you were smart enough to fix brown gravy with a roast.” Me: “Of course, Dad, there are no pan giblets to make cream gravy with a roast.” Dad: “OK then.” (Click. He would hang up.)