Thursday, December 31, 2009
Mary Anne Remembers
I remember:Dad cleaning a chicken for Sunday dinner at the basement sink and showing me the "pocketbook" as I sat on the cellar steps and watched. What organ was that "pocketbook" anyhow?Dad making us each our own berry picking can - a coffee can with a piece of wire for a handle. That was the exciting part. I hated the berry picking because I was afraid of snakes. Dad pouring his coffee in his saucer to cool it and then drinking from the saucer. I remember trying to drink my tea that way - to Mom's dismay.Dad taking us for an ice cream cone at the Tastee-Freeze on top of Brady hill on Sunday afternoon. We all had to get a small vanilla.Dad coming by himself to the Mercyhurst Father-Daughter weekend. He shared a room with Jeanne Kamats' Dad at the Holiday Inn. I still have the picture of the four of us from that weekend in my office - Dad, me, Jeanne and her Dad. Dad walking me down the aisle at my wedding with a broken foot. He had hurt it seriously at work the day before but didn't want me to know until after the wedding - and I didn't.
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