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The death of Gerald Ford, former US president,triggered memories of my ad who also died in his 90's.
One memory is of him taking the kids to watch a James Bond movie. Dad fetched me as his pillion rider on his bicycle and my second brother would fetch my youngest brother. The bicycles were parked at a bus stop where the next leg of the journey to town continued by bus.
Watching a movie is just a simple pleasure of life that dad enjoyed.
Do you have any sweet memory of your dad?
One memory is of him taking the kids to watch a James Bond movie. Dad fetched me as his pillion rider on his bicycle and my second brother would fetch my youngest brother. The bicycles were parked at a bus stop where the next leg of the journey to town continued by bus.
Watching a movie is just a simple pleasure of life that dad enjoyed.
Do you have any sweet memory of your dad?
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posted by just me at
3:20 PM
4 Comments:
yes, dad brought me to watched ET, just me and dad. i remember i tried hard not to cry when ET was going home, wanting to be a 'big' girl that don't cry in movies. i was 8 or 9 years old then.
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Guatyen, at 5:23 AM
My dad was the manager of a theatre during my teens. Going to movies was a weekly affair. But all movies were chosen and stamped approved by dad. Those were the days.
But, my memories of my dad were more of 'drinking from the saucers'. We went to coffee shop. Dad would pour the coffee from the cups to the saucers and drank.
Here is a poem that makes remembering my dad very well -
I’m Drinking From My Saucer
I’ve never made a fortune,
and it’s probably too late now.
But I don’t worry about that much,
I’m happy anyhow.
And as I go along life’s way,
I’m reaping better than I sowed.
I’m drinking from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed.
Haven’t got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going’s tough.
But I’ve got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He’s bestowed.
I’m drinking from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed.
I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I’m drinking from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed.
If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I’ll not ask for other blessings,
I’m already blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer,
‘Cause my cup has overflowed.
When I think of how many people
in this world have it worse than I do.
I realize just how lucky most of us really are.
Yan
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Anonymous, at 11:42 PM
Hi,
It's me who posted about drinking coffee. Somehow, when I was trying to choose the identity it did not respond!
Never meant to be anonymous!
Yan
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Anonymous, at 11:44 PM
alison, I can access your blog now. That was a sweet memory of you and dad!
yan, thanks for sharing.
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just me, at 4:23 AM
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