Here's Dad. Just spent a week in PA and had a very good time. He's undergoing some medical treatments - has five to go - and that's slowing him down. But at almost eighty-four, my Dad's a hoot.
My sister and I had a mission to spruce up bushes and beds (not the jungle in the back), and to clear any cobwebs (Dad - you gotta look up sometime), wash floors, and remove "junk". Lori was brutal in the kitchen.
"Dad, do you know what this is?"
He hemmed and hawed. Bam - it was on the staging table for removal.
"Dad, do you plan on baking a Bundt cake anytime soon?"
Bam, out the door. The kitchen was the biggest area of cleanout since the man is the king of the deli and also microwaving. No need for a roasting drip pan. So, feel free to visit the Salvation Army on Rte. 309 - there is a fresh pile of kitchen goods.
Other than that, he keeps a nicely appointed home. No, we did not venture into the basement - that's for another day.
We laughed. We pretty much reconstructed the whole neighborhood - who lived in that house? Kids names. And stories galore. My brother joined in when he could - he had a paper route as a boy, and could name the good tippers.
I'm very fortunate. My Dad is just a good, kind man with a wicked sense of humor.
I need to check the airlines and book a ticket for another visit....the basement awaits.
Happy Father's Day Weekend to all. Hope you visit your father now, or can reflect on good memories. Cheers!
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.