Daddy’s Little Helpers
Jan Koontz is a forty-nine year old woman. She grew up in Sunset, Utah and is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She is the mother of three daughters and the proud wife of an Air Force Colonel. She lives in Mendon, Utah where she enjoys quilting, crafting in general, and playing with her young grandson.
David Koontz is fifty-three year old man who was born in the rural farming community of Bedford, Pennsylvania. As a young adult he joined the United States Air Force during which time he converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He then went to BYU and earned Bachelors and Masters degrees in International Relations. He has served in the United States Air Force for over thirty years and earned the rank of Colonel. Currently he is stationed in Washington DC, but plans to retire next year and move to Mendon, Utah to live with his family. David enjoys Family History research, reading history books, doing yoga, and looks forward to the time when he can have his own colony of beehives
This photo was taken in 1999 at my dad’s office on Howard Air Force Base in Panama. My mom took the photo of all of us girls helping dad with his work. Recently my dad was looking through the numberless envelopes of pictures in order to find some for his retirement presentation. In one of those envelopes he found this picture which is one of his favorites.
The photo speaks of childhood. As a child one wants to help their parents get their work do so they can spend more time with them. All of us are clustered around our father making him the center of attention because we are trying to help him. The love we have for each other is evident in our expressions, physical closeness, and our trying to accomplish work related tasks.
Growing up Dad worked a lot and much of the time we hardly ever saw him. It was not unusual for us to go a week without seeing him, only hearing that he came in late at night to give us a kiss. In order to see him we would frequent his office. His office was a place of wonder, so many papers, equipment, dry erase boards, and snack machines. Usually Mom would ask us if we wanted to surprise Dad so we would show up at his office unexpected. Sneaking up we would all pounce on him, laughter ensuing. These visits invariably cheered Dad up and we were so pleased with ourselves for making his day better. We tried to do whatever we could to help out, as this photo displays. On several occasions Dad jokingly said that we would probably do a better job than those he had hired. Even as we grew older we still visited the myriad of offices Dad occupied over the years, each time hoping to catch a special moment with him and making a bright spot in his typically stressful day.