Pam Hillman, Daddy’s Girl

* * Be sure to check out Pam’s other post, Welcome Pam Hillman.

What do you think about when you hear the phrase ‘Daddy’s Girl’?

Do you visualize a princess in pink taffeta twirling before her beaming father? Or a little girl, hands encased in pristine white gloves, serving pretend tea in a tiny plastic teacup while her daddy balances on a chair so small he’s in serious danger of tipping over?

I was my daddy’s little princess, but instead of pretend tea, my greasy hands were more likely to hand him a crescent wrench, a roll of baling twine, or a screwdriver while the two of us worked to repair a tractor or finish baling hay before the storm hit.

My daddy was a farmer, and when my two older brothers left home, it was my turn to help Daddy on the farm. Daddy taught me to drive a tractor, to hook up a bushhog, milk cows, and to cut, rake, and bale hay — along with a host of other skills that have come in handy over the years. It never seemed to occur to Daddy that I couldn’t do the same work on the farm that my brothers had done before me.

My teen years were spent working side-by-side with Daddy, putting up hay for our own use and for neighboring farmers. Being behind the wheel of a tractor and raking sweet-smelling hay into neat rows with nothing but the blue sky for company is a good place to dream big dreams and do wondrous things.

I wore my hair twisted under a cap when working. It was cooler and kept it out of my way as well. One day while cutting hay at a neighbor’s place, a man drove up to their home. When he couldn’t find anyone at home, he drove out into the hayfield. I cut the throttle on the tractor and disengaged the PTO, letting the whirling blades on the hay mower grind to a halt. As I opened the tractor door, the stranger looked up at me.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he blurted out, “You’re a girl!”

That just tickled me pink. I guess he’d never seen a teenage girl operating a five-ton tractor and a hay mower. I couldn’t wait to tell Daddy what had happened. He got just as big of a kick out of it as I did.

On rainy days and Saturday mornings, Daddy and the other farmers could be found at the local country store, sitting around an old stove shooting the breeze. I spent many days sitting there with them, the only girl in the bunch. And when Mama told me I could skip school on my birthday, I was very excited. My birthday fell on a Thursday that year, and I spent the day at the stockyard with Daddy.

Daddy taught me the value of hard work through example. But more than that, he taught me that I could do anything, be anything. He never told me I couldn’t achieve my dreams — dreams mostly formed inside the cab of a tractor.

I dreamed of becoming a pilot and a flight attendant, a linguist and an accountant. I dreamed of touring the world, of taming the old west, of running away with the circus, of becoming a missionary.

Eventually, all those dreams swirled together to form the best dream of all — weaving stories where I could be all of the above and more.

Daddy was taken from us in the prime of his life many years ago, and I never truly understood what a special man he was until much later. Even now when his name comes up among farmers in the area, it never fails that someone mentions what a good man and a hard worker he was. I’d like to think some of his work ethic rubbed off on me from the many hours we spent in the hay fields together.

Thanks Daddy. I’m proud to be your girl!

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Pam is thrilled to announce the release of her second novel, Claiming Mariah.

To celebrate, Pam is giving away two eReaders

(choice of Kindle Wi-Fi, 6″ Display, or Nook Simple Touch)

Two Winners: One on facebook. One through Pam’s Newsletter.

Facebook Drawing: Kindle/Nook Giveaway

Newsletter: Pam’s newsletter.

Registering both places is not required but will double your chances of winning. Also keep in mind that you will receive updates more often being connected on facebook than through the newsletter. Just sayin’

Contest runs from January 1st until March 31st, 2013.

And….that’s not all! There will be prizes offered randomly throughout the tour.

Pam is especially excited about this week’s giveaway:

Guardian Angel Bookmark from Deirdre & Co.

PREVIOUS STOP ON TOUR

January 10th: Blogging with Laurie Alice Eakes

http://lauriealiceeakes.com/blog/

 NEXT STOP ON TOUR:

January 14th: Blogging with Cheryl St. John

http://cherylstjohn.blogspot.com/

Click for a Complete List of Stops Along the Tour

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11 thoughts on “Pam Hillman, Daddy’s Girl

  1. What great memories. I can’t wait to read the book and “find” specs of your life hidden there. Thanks for posting.

    • Davalynn…(what a pretty name)…Now you’ve got me wondering what kind of stuff I inadvertently put in Claiming Mariah from my own life experiences on the farm. I’m thinking of the birth scene where the colt is born. Then there’s the cat. Then there’s …. More than I even imagined! lol

      Make sure we connect on facebook on my author page, Goodreads, Twitter, or where ever you like to hang out on the web, so we can stay in touch. God bless!

  2. Pam, I’m enjoying the blog tour….learning more about you! I don’t do FB though.
    Can’t wait to read your newest!!

    • Jackie, that’s okay. Most of us who “do” fb have a love/hate relationship with it anyway. The other day I saw a cartoon with the coyote from The Roadrunner. He was holding up a sign that said “I’m addicted to facebook.” I laughed…but I probably shouldn’t have! 8-\

    • I love to hear that! My husband tells of a daddy who takes his small daughters with him to the local cafe on Sunday mornings. They come in with their itty bitty jeans and cowgirl boots on, swaggering just like daddy. Little G.R.I.T.S!

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