This photo was taken around 1965 in Parchman, MS. Dad was a watchman at Parchman and we lived in the “camp housing”; just across the gravel road from “Camp 4”. One of my earliest memories is tossing a lunch sack over the high fence to Dad, while he made his evening rounds. I guess you could say Dad was a “work-at-home” dad in some small way.
The dog in the picture was named, (what else) Spot. He was the first in a long line of dogs named “Spot” for me.
To all that keep memories of their Dad close, Happy Father’s Day!