Today is a holiday–just a three-day weekend for most people….those who don’t stop and remember all the men and women who have lost their lives fighting for this country.
This is what today is supposed to be…a day of remembrance.
So, today, I’m thinking and remembering my Dad.
I wish I had a picture to show you, but I do not.
You see, my Dad passed away when I was just a young girl of 8 years old. He was born in 1919, married my mother in 1940, and served in World War II from 1942-1945. He was overseas in Germany for almost three years with little training beforehand. I do know that he went to Switzerland for an “R & R”, but I don’t know when, how he got there or the amount of time he spent there.
These are just facts.
The memories of my Dad are few and far between because he was very ill for an extended period of time. I didn’t see much of him since he was in the hospital for much of the time.
But, there are some memories that I would like to share:
- A pink, sparkly ball that he brought home for me after taking my brother to Boy Scout Camp.
- My name was not Beth, it was “Princess”.
- Laying very still in bed next to him when he didn’t feel well. If I moved, this would cause him pain.
- Not being home for my 7th birthday, but he did not forget. He made arrangements with one of the nurses to deliver a Snow White watch with a red wristband and the entire collection of the Bobbsey Twins books.
- Music…his love of music overflowing into our home….music always playing and the importance of my brother and I appreciating good music and learning to play instruments.
- A surprise visit on Christmas for a few hours respite from the hospital.
- Walking for hours with my Grandmother when the ambulance came on many occasions to transport him to the hospital.
- Putting on extra socks under and a pair of his socks over my snow boots (so I wouldn’t slip and fall) and then walking to “Dolly Madison” for hot chocolate.
- My Dad–laying in bed–yet still involved with the Boy Scouts. The boys would come to our home, up to the bedroom, and he would administer their First Aid Badge testing. I was the victim with slings, rolled in blankets in case of fire, ace bandages for sprains.
- My Aunt Lillian and Uncle Jim–my Dad’s sister and brother-in-law–visiting them in Annapolis. They had a collie, and his name was “King”.
- The importance of saying “please”, “thank you”, and letting some one know when a job has been “well done”.
- Going to the “White Coffee Pot” restaurant after church on Sunday for pancakes.
- The navy blue dress with white smocking, the white ankle socks with a small edge of lace, black patent leather shoes….worn to his funeral.
Not too many memories…but, they stand out in my mind as important and loving.
Still miss you, Dad!