Ya. I miss those times of stories just rolling-out from our imaginations.
Man, those are the juices I miss.
Your mom just called me, Honey . . . I got'a go.
LOVE YOU,
Dad.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Squinting Looking up Thinking Hard...
This reminds me of something...I'm searching for the memory...ahhh HA...there-it-is...It reminds me of 2 things...first: I remember when we used to hug. I was a little girl...I would be in your arms with a smile on my face thinking...Yes he will I know he will...(me)TAP...(you)TAP...(me) TAP TAP (you) TAP TAP (me) TAP TAP TAPTAP TAP (you) TAPTAP!!!!! Second: I was walking through and open field -When I heard the sound of TwoFlat pieces of woodclap together; The Sun Blinked its lightoff-and-on Several Times- Quickly, and I heard,throughout the sky -The voice of a Grocery clerk attendant, saying: "Good evening EARTH Shoppers . . .We will be closing in Fifteen minutes. . . we will be Closing in Fifteen minutes.. . . . . . . thank you.................(you) and then what happened!!!! (me) in the far distance you saw the cutest little girl with black spirals dancing on her head. Her arms were reaching, stretching, twirling. Her head tilted back eyes closed.......(me) and then what happened daddy??? (I loved making up those wonderful stories)!!!!
A VERBAL CARTOON:
I was walking through and open field -
When I heard the sound of
Two
Flat pieces of wood
clap together;
The Sun Blinked
its light
off-and-on
Several Times
- Quickly, and
I heard,
throughout the sky -
The voice of a Grocery clerk attendant, saying:
"Good evening
EARTH Shoppers . . .
We will be closing in
Fifteen minutes
. . . we will be
Closing in Fifteen minutes.
. . . . . . . thank you."
Kind of crazy, but
There it is . . .
Dad
When I heard the sound of
Two
Flat pieces of wood
clap together;
The Sun Blinked
its light
off-and-on
Several Times
- Quickly, and
I heard,
throughout the sky -
The voice of a Grocery clerk attendant, saying:
"Good evening
EARTH Shoppers . . .
We will be closing in
Fifteen minutes
. . . we will be
Closing in Fifteen minutes.
. . . . . . . thank you."
Kind of crazy, but
There it is . . .
Dad
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
ABSOLUTELY.
THE "ROBE" IS ABSOLUTELY, AND POSITIVELY A "FACT" - BEYOND THE SHADOW OF A DOUBT.
TELL THAT TO YOUR MOM.
Dad.
TELL THAT TO YOUR MOM.
Dad.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Robe??
For the life of me I can not remember the robe?? Bummer...I think that would have been a super memory...When I told Darin about what you wrote...I told him how lucky I was that I was a part of a church that would begin shaping my gift so early...enough so to have a special robe made for me...wow!! Thank you Bellflower Church of God...
B
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Memories
I was remembereing you singing, "I'm going up yonder".
How the entro was no rhythm, and you would improvise - "If you wa'na know." . . .
"Where I'm going." . . . "Where I'm going." . . . . . . . . "soon" (pause) . . . "I'm going up (Rhythm starts on word "Yonder,")
Wow, you would shock those people - a little child singing in tune, with dynamics, emotion, and vibrato.
I was also remembering when the Church of God choir got new robes for Christmas, or something, and they also made a little robe for you. There you were in your little robe that looked just like the adult's robes - singing a special song with your mom backing you up on auto-harp.
What beautiful memories -
love you, honey.
Dad.
How the entro was no rhythm, and you would improvise - "If you wa'na know." . . .
"Where I'm going." . . . "Where I'm going." . . . . . . . . "soon" (pause) . . . "I'm going up (Rhythm starts on word "Yonder,")
Wow, you would shock those people - a little child singing in tune, with dynamics, emotion, and vibrato.
I was also remembering when the Church of God choir got new robes for Christmas, or something, and they also made a little robe for you. There you were in your little robe that looked just like the adult's robes - singing a special song with your mom backing you up on auto-harp.
What beautiful memories -
love you, honey.
Dad.
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