Sunday (June 21) is a double day – Father’s Day and the Summer Solstice. It got me thinking about the summers when I was a child and some of the things we did during the summer with my dad. For me those are good memories.
My dad was a typical father of the 1950’s. He accepted the fact that he had three daughters and no sons by becoming the favorite uncle of the 11 boys who were my cousins. He spent long hours at work and relaxed at home. We took a two week vacation, and almost every year traveled to Iowa to see my mom’s family. That’s where my summer memories begin – I became the family navigator at the age of five, since my mom was unable to read a map. It gave me, the oldest, the privilege of sitting in the front seat of the car so I could help Daddy find where we were going. As I grew, the route changed because the interstate highway system was being developed. One of the best memories was the restaurant in Joliet, IL, that served PB & J sandwiches! It was at that restaurant that I learned about tipping.
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My dad has been physically gone from my life for 37 years. But he lives on in the memories and stories I have. When he left this earthly plane he became my son’s Guardian Angel. Although my son never knew his grandpa, he shares many traits with my dad. And I know in my heart that Dad would have been the best grandpa in the whole world.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! Happy Solstice, Everyone! Go outside and make some memories with your family.