The Letter D holds specific significance for me. The finest man I have every known is the first D. Dad of course. His father, my paternal Grandfather...D.D. York and my only son who is loosely named after his Great Grandfather, Daniel Darrow York. That is not a bad lineage.
My Grandfather, Pappy as I called him, was D.D. York. The D's didn't stand for anything. He was born in 1900 and times were lean. His folks couldn't even afford a name. ( Pappy would laugh every time he told that story) They just called him D. I suppose if he was in trouble they may have called him D.D. His second wife called him Deed. That stuck with me when I had a son of my own.
When Daniel came into this world his name was inspired by Pappy. We gave him the name Daniel Darrow York so he would at least have more than initials. Coincidentally we call him Deed.
So for today's Thanksgiving Alphabet I am thankful for all my favorite D's. Daddy, D.D. and Daniel. Nope, not a bad lineage at all.
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