Memories of My Parents...

 I remember the day I was miserable.

My Mom visited.

I poured out my woes of the time on her...

And finished with "And I don't even have a dictionary!"

My Mom brought be one the next time she visited.

I have loved it for many years.

And also enjoyed her sensitivity.

It's time for the dictionary to go the way of the earth...

Perhaps it will be useful to someone else.

And - do you remember the gurgling fish vase from my Dad?

He had great fun filling it part way and tipping it back and forward

enjoying the gurgling with his grandchildren.

I enjoyed watching the interpersonal interactions.

Time to send it on its way too.

I have too many things!

Anyone want these?

Memory of My Dad

Last night after Home Evening we watched an episode of The Amazing Race.

The contestants could choose a task of fixing a puncture in a bicycle tube.
I remember my Dad showing me how to do that when I was a child.

Tender moment. 
Thanks for teaching me Dad. 
Thanks for the memory too.

I learnt A LOT from you.

(Of course he was much younger than in this pohotograph.  I only have album photos of him at that age.  Perhaps I will discover how to convert them to digital.  Decisions!  Decisions!  Decisions!)