Today is my father's birthday.
I think of him every day, and on this day I drink
a toast.
The memory of my father is with me:
...in the bent spoon hanging in the kitchen- (an
experiment in making rattlebacks)
...in my love of music.
....in the odd collection of trinkets on my mantle
...in the old blue soldering iron I hang on to for sentimental reasons
I think of him when I am with my son. I hope that
I can instill the same love of learning and creativity along
with the joy of problem solving that my father taught me
with such warmth and love.
Here's to you George!
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5 comments:
What a touching tribute!
(I rise my glass) Cheers to George!
When I think of your dad, I think of your kitchen, and soup. He was always making soup in the winter, it seemed. I can see him there at the stove, stirring some big pot of something. Do I have that right? This is how I remember it.....
Amy
I thought of him yesterday, and you too, Marn.
Yes Amy,
One of his food making phases was a soup phase (lentil soup, vegetable soup). He also went through a pizza phase, bread making phase,and a crepe making phase.
M
cheers to your dad!
sweet post...
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