I have so many memories of my childhood that are so special to me, but I have this one that was just my "daddy and me". This is the one I will share today, I don't think even my kids have heard this one.
When I was 6 and in the first grade I joined the bluebirds ( that is the like a brownie to the girl scouts) which is the little kids prior to becoming a campfire girl. I loved being a bluebird, we did such fun things. We also had such cute uniforms, navy blue skirt, white shirt, and a vest that was navy blue on the back and red on the front and it had a little bluebird on the upper chest.
One of the annual events for us was the father/daughter box supper banquet. I decorated up a box for us and mom made us a special supper. We had fried chicken, potato salad, rolls, and a piece of apple pie. We sat at a long decorated table that was just for our troop. when it was time to eat, dad had me dish it up for us and I felt so big.
After we ate, there was some entertainment going on up on the stage, and I climbed up in daddy's lap, and just nestled in there so cozy with my head on his chest. I think this was the most special part of all because I just felt so loved and warm on his lap.
I often did climb up on his lap, always with a big hug and a kiss on his cheek.
When I was telling him about it a few days ago (I was standing beside his bed and was holding his hand) he sqeezed my hand a few times and the slightest hint of a smile came to his lips.
I then told him that I really did have him "wrapped around my little finger" and then he gave a big smile and said, "yes, you really did".
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That's sweet mom. A great memory. Grandpa will be missed by all of us.
ReplyDeleteSo, I was going to be the first one to comment on this.... lol,,,, seen it 14 minutes after it was posted and wrote two very sweet long comments, which neither of them went through. No thanks to my computer. Sorry Laura, love you cuz (But Im taking ups on this one! LOL).
ReplyDeleteThis is very sweet and I am so glad you posted this to share with all of us. And I agree with Laura we all are going to miss him so very much. Angela and I are going back to Springfield to visit him again tomorrow. I am hoping it will be a nice trip and he will be able to talk with us. Another memory I had of grandpa that I forgot to put in my blog is when I went with him and grandma to buy tomatoes. He said, Janet look for a red house. I immediatly yelled out. Grandpa! Is that it? His reply, no Janet that house is brown. LOL, I was such a goofball back then and so by the minute. Angela touched my heart yesterday. She called and said she wasn't going to be able to go see Grandpa because they cannot get anyone to cover her shift at her waitress job at O'Leary's (2nd job).... I could tell in her voice that she was very hurt and upset. I said ok, and to let me know if anything changes. She called back not 10minutes later saying that she had just talked to John and that he said to go anyway and that she is going to call her boss and tell him that she is sorry but she won't be there. That this is the last time she will ever get to see her grandpa and she isn't going to miss it.... Gosh! I love her and agree with her. Day by day I am finding that I am more and more like my family is small and big ways that I never realized before. So Aunt Jackie, you asked for a comment - how was that? I love you very much....xoxoxoxoxo
Love you too sweetie!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story. I am lucky to have similar memories with Whitney, and they are very special.
ReplyDeleteSorry it took me a while to comment, but I never looked at the computer yesterday afternoon or evening.
My dad, George Wendell Younge, born February 6, 1919 died 12 days after I posted this little story. This is the story I shared with him the last time I saw him. He will be dearly missed.
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