At the risk of sounding like an old lady, *ahem* I was a wee tot when I would stand outside with him on the milder nights, especially in summer. By then, he was in his late 60’s and was, himself, the last child of Pioneer parents.
What knowledge he had was to begin with, gleaned from books (our house was filled with them and it was common for us children to receive books for special occasions) or, practical experiences due to his growing up/working years, or lore handed down from Pioneer grandparents, aunts and uncles, and all of the above.
He was one of the smartest men I ever knew, as well as talented and clever. All his intellectual assets were passed on to my siblings, so me being next to youngest, I didn’t get any. My younger sister was The Baby, and still is, so all she had to do was be cute.
My dad never passed up a chance to learn something new.
My dad never passed up a chance to learn something new.
Where as I never pass up a chance to re-learn something I once knew.
Pshaw! Clearly there were plenty left for you!