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Father's Day 2008

Story ID:4060
Written by:Gail Lee Martin (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:Kansas Authors Club
Story type:Only Here
Location:El Dorado Kansas USA
Year:2008
Person:Clyde Martin
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Father's Day 2008

Father's Day 2008

Father's Day 2008

Father's Day 2008

Father's Day 2008

Fatherís Day has came and gone but the memories are still very fresh. One of the nicest things about a big family is they are always there for all our special occasions. This is just the latest one.

Our oldest daughter, Susan outdid herself by cooking a full meal of all our favoritesí foods with pork chops and dressing chosen by our only son, Owen. Then she picked him & his wheelchair up at the Wheat State Manor and brought them to our place right at lunchtime. All I had to do was set the table and picked a jar, from our pantry, of our sweet pickled beets, that Owen likes so much. We all enjoy the visit for their fatherís day. While we visited with Owen, Susan cleared the table and before I knew what she was up to, she had washed the dishes too.

The next younger daughter, Virginia, lives in far away Florida but we had a nice visit via telephone. She caught us up on all their news and gave us lots of verbal love. Ginger also posted a lovely tribute to her Dad on OurEchoes titled, Lessons I Learned from my Father, story ID 3988.

Middle daughter, Cindy came a day or so before Sunday because of their familyís get-to-gather. She remembered Dad with a Banana Cream pie, hugs & kisses. Her gift of climbing roses from former years bloomed so gorgeous this year because of all the rain but were already gone by the this special day came but left behind hundreds of little stars where the flowers had been.

Karen sent a special-made card for her Dad, that I just had to share. It also reminded me of her last birthday card she sent him.

Our youngest daughter, Shannon was with us in her special way. For the first time in the thirty some years we have lived in this house, a large plant of wild Kansas daisies bloomed just outside our kitchen window, in time for Fatherís Day.

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