As far back as I can recall, Dad was involved with one type of livestock or another. I know it was he that planted the seeds, inside of me, to become a lifelong animal lover myself. Early on, in growing up, we had a horse named Dolly plus a pony we dubbed Tony. My sisters and I would go around singing "Tony Boy, Tony Boy"----"Won't you be my pony boy". (Dad was good at stirring us up with little jingles.) Dad often joined in to add to our fun when we were kids growing up in the 1950s. We also had a cow (Mother and my sisters would milk it-but mostly Mother. I never seemed to master the knack; but, again, I was pretty young.) We also had chickens and hogs, etc. Having animals around, growing up, just seemed like the natural thing to do. We kids would always get excited, when messing around at nearby Clover Creek, if we saw a mallard drake, or two- or a mallard hen with ducklings. That was always a special and enjoyable sight. Once, we kicked up a Great Blue Heron out of the cattails and reeds. I'll never forget that one! Dad, at one time, was making a living operating his own poultry farm (ESNDEE Company) to include three large commercial chicken buildings, a slaughterhouse, and a rendering plant. He was set up to sell from home but primarily ran a delivery route that serviced Fort Lewis, and a gamut of markets, restaurants, and private clubs in the Puget Sound area. Dad was a real "get-down" and innovative entrepreneur. He had an inane knack at easily convincing a new client that it was his services, exactly, that would best serve a persons' needs. Dad also enjoyed the company of a loyal canine friend as much as anyone else. There is one picture, in this memorial gallery, that shows Dad, in his teens, pleasuring his dog, by allowing him to jump up against him in sharing a glorious moment of companionship I'm positive I'll never come up with a complete list,- but there were a multitude of canines that enjoyed my Dads' company through days gone by: Some were Duke, Buddy, Rags, Susan, Missy, Chaca, and Poco. He also stood in and accepted to care for one of my dogs, Ivey, when I left home for college and, later, to enlist in the USCG. Dad loved living things--his favorites were chickens, and homing pigeons. He also raised rabbits on several occasions in his life. I remember the New Zealand Whites and the Checkered Giants the best. Chicken-wise he preferred White Leghorns, Plymouth Rocks, Rhode Island Reds, and a type of Barded Rock that was speckled-black and white in color. Later on he raised a few Araucandas as I remember him showing us kids the green eggs. Dad was the one that taught me how to dress out a rabbit and other animals--doing it in the easiest manner he knew. In Montana, Dad and I often dressed out a fresh-kill batch of cottontails--hanging them on a wire fence to make things easier and catching the innards in a pail located by our feet beneath the rabbit we were skinning. Dad had a lot of compassion in dealing with animals and I never knew him to be cruel. He taught me the humaneness ways of always killing an animal swiftly and as precisely as possible in being keen to the animals right to experience the least degree of pain and suffering. Dad wasn't into hunting as much as he enjoyed to fish. Salmon, steelhead, trout, and bass were his favorites. He could tie a fly with the best and I can still envision him tying flies at the kitchen table when I was just a kid in Washington State. I'll always miss you Dad, and I'll continue to stir the memories from time to time in adding various stories to complement your memorial tribute site. Dad, I won't let you be forgotten. Love, Jimmy.