Another Day with Dad

July 25, 2013

 

It doesn't hardly get any better than this!!

Today when I woke up, the storm that had passed in the night left the air cooler and the humidity lower. A good day to pick up Dad along with my sister and eat outside at Logan's.

Here's what we ate . . .  Dad and I shared a hamburger with onions and mustard on it, the way he likes it, and they cut it in half for us. We also shared some waffle fries with a bit of ketchup for dipping. My sister got a burger with the works on it and some potato salad on the side. Since it was a rare day with some coolness in the breeze, we decided to sit outside at a table to enjoy the weather while we could. After all, it is the end of July! Cool days are worth savoring.

So the picture above was taken as we headed to the annual section of Logans, after we ate, in order for Dad to find some more flowers, preferably white, to plant in front of the summer ones he already had blooming in his newly sun-filled plot. He had a few tree limbs cut from a neighbor's tree about a month ago, so he could get more of the sun he wanted on his plants. It's doing really well! But he did not see anything that suited his idea of what he wanted to plant, so we went on to our next joint 'thing'.

On to a framer for my sister.

This framer has been in his spot for about 30 years across from Broughton High School. It smelled like a dentist's office and my sister and I both thought that as we walked into the lower section of the building. At any rate, she got her calligraphic artwork figured out in her own way and then we were off again.

We went on to drop her off at her house, and then Dad and I went back to his condo so he could get his book he is currently reading as well as his tape recorder. He talks into this recorder telling stories all about selling insurance, the Wolfpack Club, his friends and associates and some family events. All with a great ending. He really is a fabulous storyteller, and I think he could have done that on the stage. In fact, he could have been an actor. He is something else.

As I type this he is sitting on my couch talking into his recorder as he holds the piece of paper he has written lines on in order to prompt his recollections.

What a Dad!!!

Thanks for the memories, Dad, that I get to share with you daily now and for the ones you are recording for posterity. You're the best!

(Postscript: I ended up gathering, collating, editing, and organizing into chapters all of dad's notes that were piled here and there in his condo. Then I added pictures within the text and ended up self-publishing his memoirs via Lulupress. It was a learning curve for me on how to do it all online but it was finally accomplished by Thanksgiving 2017)

(c)nancy  7.25.2013