Saturday, June 17, 2006

Father's Day

My daddy wasn't perfect; he'd be the first to tell you that.  But I remember sitting on his lap while he read the Sunday comics to me, and I loved it:  I must have been five years old or younger, because after that I could read for myself.

I remember how my Daddy thought all my jokes were funny.

I recall a time when I had an appointment at the beauty shop.  I walked there from school, and Mom picked me up, and when we got home, Daddy was crying because I hadn't come home on the school bus.  Mother forgot to tell him about the appointment, so he thought I'd been kidnapped.

Daddy had a temper.  He really didn't care what folks thought of him.  And "stuff" didn't matter much to him.  I didn't inherit the temper, but I got lots of the other traits from him.  Ask Cliff.

Nope, my father wasn't perfect.  But he thought I was the greatest.  He loved his other two kids, too.  He was just right for me.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful Memories!
Happy Father's Day to Cliff, hope you all enjoy the day!
Blessings, Sug

Anonymous said...

If you know that you were loved - that's what's important !  'On Ya' - ma

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you were close to your dad.  And Happy Father's Day to Cliff.  Enjoy the weekend!
Pamela

Anonymous said...

GOD BLESS YOU!
love,
carlene

Anonymous said...

GOD BLESS YOU!
love,
carlene

Anonymous said...

your dad sounded wonderful.

Anonymous said...

I wish I'd had a father like that.  Not perfect, but perfect enough...

Hugs,
Jackie

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a "perfect" Daddy to me.  -  Barbara