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In reply to the discussion: Daddy. The ones we lost. Please share yours. [View all]csziggy
(34,189 posts)9. My Dad with his first daughter

Dad - 1923-2013
Oldest sister - 1946-1993
That was the first of four daughters and his special girl. It broke his heart when she died. He was never the same.
My Dad was one of those people who never left a domesticated animal without a home. My first dog was one he found out in the woods when he was prospecting for phosphate. The dog had been someone's pet - he was well trained and loved children. My little sister's first dog was a Beagle abandoned at a service station.
When we were little Dad read to us every night. The earliest book I remember him reading to us was the Jungle Book. He made "The Elephant's Child" special for me since I was always very curious, just like the Elephant Child. He read the stories out of the copy of the book he owned as a little boy - I still have that book. Dad made sure I'd have it.

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mnhtnbb
Jun 2016
#30
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Hoyt
Jun 2016
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My memory was of his swimming. On land, he was not graceful, but in water, it was like watching a
Hoppy
Jun 2016
#43
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around.
struggle4progress
Jun 2016
#53