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Happy Birthday, Pop…

Story ID:9526
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Family Memories
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:2014
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Happy Birthday, Pop…
By Chuck Dishno
2/11/14

Today, February 11th, marks the 130th birthday of my beloved old dad. He was born in Gilmore, Idaho on this day in 1884. When he was about 2 years old my grandfather move to the Big Hole and started ranching at what is now the Hirschy home ranch. He eventually had his own ranch but moved to Oregon where I was born in 1934.

My Dad, Ed Dishno, was without a doubt the greatest man I ever knew and even though he has been gone for 55 years, the memories I have of him are just as vivid today as when I was a young boy. I was his only child and our bond started the day I was born. I had two half-brothers, but I was Pop’s boy.

I have written many stories about my Pop and the values of life he instilled in me. One of those choice bits of wisdom I will share with you today:

One day when I was just a wee lad, Pop and I were fishing near my hometown, Bly, Oregon. As we were sitting on the bank waiting for that elusive lunker to come along that would grace our dinner table that evening, Pop said, “Chum, whatever you do in life, don’t leave your wagon tongue on the ground.” I said, “Ok, Pop, but why?” Pop replied, “Because a cow would walk 10 miles just to poop on it.” I didn’t realize what he meant but promised that I would never do it.

It was several years later that it finally hit me what he meant. He was telling me that whenever you start a job, finish it or else you will end up with cow poop on your hands.

Pop was one to always finish a job once he started it and I’m sure he learned the hard way. He was my hero.

Too many people in today’s world start or say they are going to do something but put it off until “tomorrow” and it never gets done. Procrastination is the worst word in the English language.

Happy Birthday, Pop, watch out for those Heavenly cows.

Your “Chum” Chuck