Taking me back...
Aug. 1st, 2008 02:29 pmWhen I was little my father traveled a lot - a whole lot. He was often home on weekends but when he was not - a big trip, he'd often bring us home a trinket or treasure. One of the very very very best most coveted trip gifts was a Surprise Ball. I remember being willing to sell my soul for one of those suckers. Once, when I was old enough to have my own allowance and buy my own presents, I bought Daddy a Surprise Ball for some occasion or another. It was bright yellow with a smiley face drawn in black.
I remember it well because he never did open it. He kept it on his dresser for years and years and years and years. It was there when he died.
I never hear or see or think about a Surprise Ball without remembering him in the most wonderful way.
Today's remembrance is thanks to not martha.
I remember it well because he never did open it. He kept it on his dresser for years and years and years and years. It was there when he died.
I never hear or see or think about a Surprise Ball without remembering him in the most wonderful way.
Today's remembrance is thanks to not martha.
Great story!
Date: 2008-08-01 11:25 pm (UTC)But now, thanks to your post, I can make my own. I may try that. Thanks for posting the link.