As I turned my desk calendar over this morning and saw "September 10th" , I remembered that it was my dad's birthday. Not that it requires seeing a certain date to remind me of him. I am reminded of him every time I take a walk and remember the thousands of walks we took holding hands and tapping the sidewalk with my hand-carved little walking stick Dad made for me.
Every time I sing a tune, I remember the hundreds of times we sat in the front porch swing on warm summer nights singing "My Blue Heaven". Every time I play a card game, I remember the countless times Dad played "Old Maids" or "Rook" with me - often losing on purpose so I could win. Every time I read the comic section of the paper, I remember sitting with Dad and reading the funny papers from cover to cover every single night. We read them all but we always had a few favorites.
The blogsphere is not large enough to hold all the ways I remember Dad but I just wanted to say a special thanks to him today on his birthday. 105 years ago today the world was made a better place!
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I miss him too! He used to call me his ducky doodle...and from the time I was 6 until he died (I was 26) he had a sticker on his filing cabinet that I had printed for him on my label maker that said: "Granddaddy: I'm oor ducky doodle, who's ducky doodle are oo? Susie: oors"
I remember that sticker on the filing cabinet! And I remember that he liked to work the Word Jumble and that he chewed Aspergum. I loved sitting in the den on the big wedge pillow and watching Family Feud with Nanny & Granddaddy.
I'm with you, Mom...probably not enough space to list all the good memories. :o)
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