tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287195800598851259.post6164400612877249415..comments2024-01-22T03:24:57.950-08:00Comments on ...SUSAN SAYS: Father's DaySUSAN SAYShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04376796286166221514noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287195800598851259.post-46922048449714178172012-06-18T15:29:36.123-07:002012-06-18T15:29:36.123-07:00Cindy, I can't ever let you talk to my brother...Cindy, I can't ever let you talk to my brother or sisters. They'd tell some stories on me that would curl your toes. I do have some great memories, though. Love it when you chime in!Susan Sundwallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17747706680849311882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287195800598851259.post-41775695630918859762012-06-18T15:27:41.689-07:002012-06-18T15:27:41.689-07:00Steve, I was the oldest of nine and that had its a...Steve, I was the oldest of nine and that had its advantages, but also some problems. Parents do a lot of practicing on the first kid. =0) Do go with the essay! Your fans would love to read it. You've already got it framed out, too.Susan Sundwallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17747706680849311882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287195800598851259.post-3685514734616119112012-06-18T08:03:21.171-07:002012-06-18T08:03:21.171-07:00I loved this memory of your Dad. (And I loved, Ste...I loved this memory of your Dad. (And I loved, Steve's, too!)<br /><br />I can see, Susan, how you haven't changed since you were that ten-year-old. The kind-heart, the knowing what others are going through, and the love have stayed with you through the years. I bet there's hundreds and hundreds of more memories that little girl can teach us.Cindy M.http://verizon.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287195800598851259.post-52843020579256465762012-06-18T03:54:54.972-07:002012-06-18T03:54:54.972-07:00Susan --
A VERY nice testament to your Dad.
One ...Susan --<br /><br />A VERY nice testament to your Dad.<br /><br />One enduring memory of my Dad the resurfaces often is, as a middle child -- and a big brother to a younger brother who suffered very badly with terrible asthma as a child -- I always felt slighted, that my older and younger brothers got everything.<br /><br />Well, I recall telling someone (I don't know who) that I wanted a new baseball glove; that I was tired of borrowing everyone else's. On my next birthday, my Dad gave me a blue (BLUE!!!) baseball mitt and, when giving it to me, saod, "Here Steve, Happy Birthday," and kissed my head. The same way he kissed my head when he left me in the hospital at age 13 to have my appendix removed.<br /><br />Definitely an essay idea. <br /><br />SteveStevehttp://www.sgswrite.comnoreply@blogger.com