My Dad has always been a good writer. In high school one of his teachers was so impressed with an essay he wrote titled The Red Menace , about the dangers of Communism she encouraged him to take journalism , which he did, and even became editor of his Thomas Jefferson high school newspaper. Upon graduation, the Omaha World Herald offered him a job. While Dad declined the offer, he never stopped writing . Creative stories, poems, letters.
Today, Father’s Day to honor my Dad, I’m sharing one of his stories, A Fishy Tale of a Special Day
about an afternoon he and I spent at Seattle’s Pike Place Market. Dad and I have taken other trips together - the first when I was just 8 years old when we drove to Salt Lake City in our new ‘57 Chevy to attend my uncle’s wedding. Little did I know then the red ‘57 Chevy would one day be a classic! And that road trip a sweet memory of a little girl with her Dad. Our journey to Marin County to see about my college entrance, and in my early twenties, our visit to Hawaii - a first for both of us.
Our time in Seattle July, 2010 took on a special meaning as my brother, Walt passed away a couple months earlier - in May, and it gave Dad and I special time together , to help in our healing process, and making new memories. Including this fun memory Dad wrote about (written as Dad said, with a little literary liberty)
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| Dad and me with street musician at Pike Place Market |
Note: I’m pretty sure Dad signaled the fishmonger to throw that fish at me , but I did catch it , and was mighty surprised ! Thanks, Dad for all our great times together - always exciting and fun!
Happy Father’s Day! I love you, always
