What is your most fond memory with your dad/father figure?

Papa was a very affectionate man. He broke that stereotype that British fathers are aloof, verbally caustic, repressed, drunk, or high-strung. I enjoyed his tongue-n-cheek humor made even more comical to me because of his gentle British accent.

When I was very young he would rock me, read to me and even sing with me. He was also a man of deep prayer. I appreciated that.

Mama loved us kids....and kids in general. Because of her disposition my friends enjoyed spending time at my house because Mama was so cordial to them and most of them simply liked to sit there and listen to my father talk to hear his British pronunciation. ("We'll have a jolly good time."....No one in America uses the word "jolly" and my friends LOVED that.) I come from the generation when many mothers worked in the home and fathers worked outside the home.

She enjoyed cooking and made sure I became self-sufficient in the kitchen before I got married. She avidly played the piano and enjoyed singing. Her piano-playing added joy to those long, frosty, winter nights.

I always liked the fact that my parents still held hands in public even though my papa wasn't really big on prolonged public displays of affection. Like you, Camille, I think of my childhood and the fact that I was cherished by my parents is prominent in my memories. May they rest in the Peace of Christ.

I could never pick just one fondest memory. They were certainly not the "perfect parents", but I know they both did the best they could and I had a very happy childhood. What more can I say?

I know they are both with the Lord, no question about it.

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