Long before Daddy left us, I started making efforts to savor my moments with him. We lived so far apart, and our in-person visits were too few. For several years, each time I left him I’d pause to memorize his face, his smell, all of it. I was so afraid that each time I saw […]
When I started this blog, it was not my intention to fill it with recipes, but rather memories of a great man that I could later share with my son. Well, it turns out that many of my memories are tied to food, or at least certain foods and flavors remind me of Daddy. One […]
What is it that can take you back to your childhood? Maybe it is a particular smell, a song, or perhaps seeing someone who resembles a person from your past. For me there are a handful of things, but some of my Dad’s favorite dishes take the cake (no pun intended). October 1st was Dad’s […]
On October first I shared a post on Facebook for my Father’s birthday; I should have also shared it here: Happy Birthday, Daddy! Today is my Dad’s birthday, so I’ll be making his favorite cake, his famous scalloped potato dish, and working on my kitchen project. Here are some updated photos 🙂
It’s funny how my sisters and I are told by various people that we could be twins, or that we look nothing alike. I often see my Dad in Jack’s face, and I thought I saw my own as well until my sister, Judy resurfaced this picture. I had never seen it. The picture was […]
Life gets busy. I haven’t written in a while, simply because I haven’t had the time or emotional strength to pour my heart out and onto a keyboard. I’ve been thinking of my Dad quite a bit, but frankly, I’m glad he’s not here. Over the last several weeks when I would normally miss (and then write […]
When I was little, we lived in Michigan, way out in the country. Dad had a huge garden and grew all sorts of vegetables. It was fun to help him pick the beans or pull carrots out of the ground, but my favorite plant was the rhubarb bush on the side of the house. All […]
Do you recognize little bits of someone you’ve lost in yourself or in someone else? My two year old son, Jack, reminds me more of my father each day in funny little ways that always make me smile. Sure, he has my father’s hazel eyes, and the shape of his face is my Dad’s, but […]
Arthur's Daughter 