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| My Daddy - Obie Dawson |
One of my most treasured memories is when, as a little girl, Daddy would come home from work at night. Always a Daddy's girl, I'd run out to meet him, and he'd swoop me up into one arm, still holding his lunch pail in the other hand. (Inside, Daddy usually had kept something for me...half of his Snowball cupcake or a little box of black licorice...something sweet. LOL) As soon as he picked me up, I'd hug him as tight as I could squeeze - and rub my face against his five o'clock shadow. I loved the rough, whiskery feel. And Daddy always laughed and said, "Stop that! You'll scratch your face." Always...
I can still feel that roughness against my cheek. It's a tactile memory that I pray I never forget. When I'm old and lying on my deathbed, that's a memory I'd like to still have in vivid detail.
What about you? What's a special memory that makes you smile?
I am the oldest of over a dozen grandchildren on each side of the family. There are so many memories of one-on-one time with aunts and uncles before they got married and had their own families.
ReplyDeleteMy Grandpa Reikofski had a way of making each child feel treasured. How he kept it straight and evened out, I'll never know, but at family gatherings he'd pull one child away and take him or her into the master bedroom. We would receive a gingersnap cookie or a few specks of anise (a licorice candy), a lemon drop or other sweet treat. Those few moments of alone time with him put us on top of the world, where not one of us ever felt slighted.
Oh, LoRee, what a wonderful family you had! How special to have such treasured memories of your grandfather.
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