Mr B says he doesn't set any store by Father's Day which he describes as an American import designed to line the pockets of the manufacturers of greeting cards. This did not stop him appreciating the cards
he opened this morning from our grown-up children.....
I can't agree completely with Mr B on this one. For those of us whose fathers are no longer alive, Father's Day is a time to remember.
This photo of my dad, Len, with me and my little sister Maggie was taken in 1964. I am so very glad I didn't know then, when this photograph was taken, that I would have fewer than 20 years left with him looking out for me.
My Dad had the amazing gift of making even the tiniest event seem special. Here is just one story, of the dozens I could tell. When I was a very little girl, every Friday night in our
house was "Surprise Night" according to my father. Home from work, his "surprise" was always the same - Tiny Tots comic for me, Chicks Own for my sister. Yet because of the magic with which he surrounded these loving gifts, every week Friday night
was always"Surprise Night" to Maggie and me.
That was my Dad.