Daddy. The ones we lost. Please share yours.

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30. My dad was an industrial chemist by profession and an amateur astronomer at heart.

Everywhere we lived, he built an observatory--with a roof that rolled off--in our backyard.

This is my dad in 1953 in his observatory at our house in Chatham, NJ. I would have been 2 that year. When I got older,
I would go out sometimes at night and look through the telescope with him. I can never look up at the moon and not think of him.

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Look how pretty it is tonight, here, from our back deck

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When I was about 6 or 7 or 8, my dad's laboratory had developed a treatment for textiles that would ultimately become what was known as permanent press after his company sold
the rights to it. He and his lab were taking samples of the treated fabric around to textile shows--looking for a buyer-- and they needed a way to fasten the samples to a clothes line. Regular clothes pins
were too heavy. So, my dad asked if he could borrow the tiny, colored plastic clothespins that came with some accessories for one of my dolls. I agreed. They were just what
was needed to display the samples!

Happy Father's Day!