One of my favorite stories about my father-in-law involves

his amazing whistle.

He has this whistle that can be heard for miles.

Back when all of the children in my husband’s family where young, it wasn’t uncommon for them to be scattered all over the neighborhood playing with friends on a daily basis. When it was time to come home, my father-in-law would whistle for the children.

The whistle would start with one long whistle, followed by a distinct whistle for each child.

One by one they made it home.

Many years later, my sister-in-law’s were all attending a church meeting. Grandpa was helping tend the grandchildren. One of the babies needed their mama. Grandpa went to the building where they were and whistled outside the building. Sure enough, within a few minutes here came the girls.

Years later when my darlin and I had children all around the neighborhood, he would do the same thing. He had one whistle that told the children, “Come home!”

What a great memory.