I was about four when Daddy let me set a place setting at our cafe. I wasn't really tall enough to reach the counter. I would stand on my tippy toes and carefully place the napkin and silver where it belonged. I was a big help.
Daddy, with Mom's help was running our cafe, a bar/cafe, a cafateria, and cooking three nights a week at the American Legion. I loved going to the legion with him. When things died down in the kitchen he would come out and entertain little ole me. We use to play our favorite songs. Funny Face, Rocky Top, Goodnight Irene. We would try to sing along. The best times were had when Daddy would show me how to dance. I would climb up onto his shoes and he would count out the steps as we glided around the room.
I rember once Daddy had given me a silver dollar. One of the guys at the legion offered me a hundred dollar bill. I turned him down. My silver dollor was bigger and it shined. All he had was a piece of paper. Little did I know.
Daddy never met a stranger and I know of no one that didn't love him after they met him. We lost him to a stroke in 1986. I stll miss him deeply and so does anyone that really knew him.
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Oh to have known then what we know now!!!
Your dad sounds absolutely wonderful, as was mine. I miss him so much!
Thank you of reminding me of something. My grandfather taught me to dance while at my uncle's wedding in just the same way. I used to have pictures that someone had snapped of us, with my little feet on his. I don't think that I have those anymore, but you mentioning it brought it all back:)
and such wonderful memories too
What a great tribute to your Dad.