Happy Father's Day

My pop


Dear Dad, here are some of the things I think about when remembering my childhood. You are one of a kind, and I love ya.

You made the best Coney Islands EVER….USA!

You would take me to see some of the musical theatre that rolled trough Lubbock. You also introduced me to the old musical movies that I still love to this day. My Fair Lady might be my favorite.

You were so into Christmas decorations! Your Disney character Christmas posters made my childhood years unique. Nobody else had a Mickey Mouse poster hung in their hallway during Christmas. Do you still have those? Speaking of Christmas, thanks for always reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas to us kids right before we would go to bed on Christmas Eve.

You paid me a nickel for every page of a book I would read. Thus, my love for the written word began with my first book Chippy Chipmunk. When I got older, you would share your books with me (and Joey). I think I have read every Stephen King book, because of you. You still lend me books. Thanks.

Thank you for always having the answer. Whenever my friends discuss something involving history or religion, I know I can call you for the answer. I don’t know how many times, in the midst of a discussion, I have said the words “I’ll call my dad”.

The Racquetball lessons. You would take me behind the Food Emporium so we could hit some racquet balls against the back wall. You did not get frustrated when my ball would inevitably end up on the roof, never to be seen again.

Like my appreciation stories I have for mom, I could go on an on remembering how you made my childhood special. Thanks for everything. Happy fathers day!!

Love,
Sarah

p.s. My dad is starting his own blog. Check it out at:
Born on the Island