FATHER'S DAY 2015
My fondest Memories of my beloved Father, are with me every day. ...and especially today, on Father's Day.
Although he passed away on August 27, 1974..It seems like only yesterday that we were listening to a Ball Game, or Meet The Press, .. on the radio,.. or listening to his favorite Classical Music, or Classic Jazz, on the Thorens Turntable he built,.. or listening to him read to me, He liked Robert Frost.
Although he passed away on August 27, 1974..It seems like only yesterday that we were listening to a Ball Game, or Meet The Press, .. on the radio,.. or listening to his favorite Classical Music, or Classic Jazz, on the Thorens Turntable he built,.. or listening to him read to me, He liked Robert Frost.
It seems like only yesterday he was charming every dear old lady we bumped into, and later telling me to always remember to think of the other person's feelings, first. He always took the time to ask me what my thoughts and feelings were, too.
It seems like only yesterday, he was going for a walk with me, and looking into the sky talking about the clouds, and when he was a pilot in the Air Force...or looking at a Swan on a lake, commenting that although the Swan looked so peaceful and serene, it was paddling with it's feet, like crazy, below the water's surface, out of our sight... <3
Although it's Father's Day, It doesn't seem fair to me not to mention my Mother, because they were truly soul mates, and shared a fiercely strong affection for one another, and were very much in love. She adored him. He treasured her.
You see us in the photo, and you see beautiful coats that my Grandmother and I are wearing ? My Mother designed them and made them. My Dad looks sharp in that Suit, Shirt, and Tie...
.My Mother picked it out. Even that cute little Spring Hat and Cape Cod Woven Purse Basket with the Silk Flowers on top, Mom picked out for me. See how nicely curled my hair is ? Mom wound each strand of my hair in Spooleys Rollers, before I went to bed,after washing my hair for me, and she took them out and brushed my hair out for me the next morning, ... and I felt extremely cared about and loved by both my Mother and Father, and Grand Mother, too.
I will never forget how tremendously blessed I was. To this day, for all that and so much more, I still count my blessings , and the more mature I become, the more awe I feel about it and I still give thanks to God for it all, every day.
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