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Note: From Elizabeth Archer's research: Census: 1935 Microfilm #M8056, Newmans Cove, Bonavista, Newfoundland Census: 1945 Newfoundland Film #8076, Windsor, Grand Falls, Newfoundland - page 45 Occupation: 1945 Electrician
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Note: From Arthur Thomas Keats (son) about his father: No, it's not Father's Day. But following a post I wrote this in response. For my own memory and to share with my brothers and my sister and all who would take a few moments to reflect on their dad OR mom for all the worries and tears they have out over your years of growing up. My dad died in 1974. I still miss him. I now look back and see all the love he had for me. He was an imperfect man in many ways as are all men but the love was always real and never ever were his 10 kids without that love. My problem was that my friends were more important to me than my dad's love. I wanted the baseball field, the hockey rink, cricket in the road. Now I look back desiring something O so different. I desire those moments learning from my dad. Where did our family come from. Going for walks with him. Just sitting with him whether talking or just having quiet times togeather. All I remember is dad asking me to something like cleaning the basement floor from.junk laying around and hearing my own grumbling voice cause I wanted baseball time or hockey at the rink or pond and dad saying okay son, go ahead. I lost out friends. The greatest person in my life at that time was my dad and not friends I hardly remember today.. How many memories would I have of my dad today if I had those moments back to change. The joy we could have had togeather as dad and son. Yes he loved me. How much love did I return to him? How much appreciation did I show to him for his commitment.to two jobs to support 9 kids at home. The rocking us to sleep and singing His old world folk songs and hymns, and that special soft whistling noise he made. I wish now I could give him something, anything, to touch or kiss his his raspy bearded face or just to reach out and say "I love you daddy" Funny how I want my dad now more than ever. Not so he could love me more but that I could show him How much I loved him. Now I go to a different Father Daddy. I now have after many years of neglecting my Heavenly Father a deep realization His amazing love for me and it is not too late for me to love Him back. How? Walking in the footsteps of His only begotten. No not to gain more love from Him but to show that what ere betide, I will go where you want me to go dear Lord, say what you want me to say and do what you want me to.do. I remember as I say these things the words "Love is an action not a feeling, feelings change like the weather". For me to have taken out the garbage, to have cleaned up the basement would not have gained me more love or favour from my great dad but sure would have shown him my love for him in obedience. Now I want that walk that Jesus walked, not to get more love, that is impossible, but as Christ loved me, I also want to love Him in my obeying to the best of my ability the path set before me. Memory from Tom Keats (Oct 3 2018)L I remember my dad having a little step dance once in a while. I never could, seem my feet always got in the way of making any kind of ryrhme
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