I've been thinking about Dad a lot lately, and decided to repost for my very first Sunday Reruns a list I wrote for his eightieth birthday. Dad's been gone two and a half years now, but his memory still makes me smile. (He does still hang around the house. That may sound weird, but I know he's just watching over Mom, just as he promised he would.)
Nov. 3, 1999
We had a surprise party for Dad's eightieth birthday. Since Dad's friends and relatives are scattered all over the world, I sent out a request for messages and stories from anybody who could/would send them, reminisces of Dad. I made mine in the form of a list.
Thinking about Dad, I remember:
Singing in the car
Yodelling in the fields
Watching out my bedroom window until he came up the walk
Poetry read in front of the fire
Stomping down the beach in search of clams
Using a car's hood, upside down, as a sleigh to drag behind the car
Home movies of the Easter bunny
Christmas Eves he slept in the hall
Crossword puzzles at the breakfast table
"Look it up!"
Diving into the surf
Reading, reading, reading
Pickled pigs' feet
Family drives to nowhere in particular
Playing "Hearts" by the front door
"Sing a song with this word in it!"
"Think warm thoughts and you won't be cold."
Our own, personal, weather forecasts (Dad was a meteorologist)
Twenty-five cents each time we memorized a Psalm
Agate hunting on the beach
A pumpkin tree
"Actions speak louder than words."
"Do as I say, not as I do!"
"A wise old owl sat in an old oak...."
"Come look what I've done on the computer."
"What did your Mom say?" (That was when we were trying to get permission for something, lol.)
Huckleberry pancakes with strange, unusual, syrups
Trying to extricate our hands from Dad's grip, a game I'm sure was a ploy to get a little rest, while we struggled ferociously
Learning to hug
Boxes of colored pencils
A weather balloon for us that filled the backseat of the car
"Can't never did do anything."