文档介绍：父亲是个奇迹,他仿佛无所不能。他可以从偏僻的乡间忽然变出一个街头商店,他准确地知道我们的行驶里程,他可以让正在狂奔的马车乖乖停下。父亲也让我创造自己的奇迹:他允许我拿野生的猫做宠物,让我选择自己的生活……我总是想起那个夏天,那个和父亲在一起的夏天~
By Lynn Bauman-Milner
My dad was magic. He could make a corner store appear out of nowhere. This was the best part of going on calls with him: getting a bag of chips and an old-style curvy bottle of Coke, which you had to open using the bottle opener that was part of the cooler.
That was summer for me. The smell of dust and manure , hot on a summer breeze, pushed fast through the windows as we drove down winding roads. Even now, and I know how awful it sounds, the smell of manure makes me think of my dad. For years I have enjoyed that smell, and inhaled it deeply, surreptitiously, whenever I encountered it. It transports me back to those summer days: days with my dad.
This was how I, and both my brothers, got to know our father – against the backdrop of the farms around Elmira in Southwestern Ontario that he served as a large animal veterinarian for more than 40 years. He travelled across the region from farm to farm every day, helping and healing, collecting friends and experiences from every person he met.
But summers were the best: no school, and wide-open countryside, bombing along winding gravel roads, arm kinked out the car window in imitation.
We would talk about pretty much anything on those drives: Dad seemed to know everything about everyt