Hating a Birthday

My father worked hard his entire life. He basically worked 7 days a week with 6 days at Fitchburg Plumbing and then Sunday cleaning the Goody. Quite often if the family was vacationing in the White Mountains at Stetson Lake my father would stop up on Friday night and then leave early Saturday morning. Well, he did take a day off for sure each year -his birthday October 24th. I learned to hate this day because it meant that my brother Bobby and myself were going to help my father with a project around the house. Reflecting back I now realize that his birthday's were special because he took the time to show us how to do things and build things.