I had a father who read to me

Many fathers read to their children when they are little. But I was one of the few whose father read Silas Marner (why???) to the whole family. That was a rather lovely winter--us girls would sew while he read (and subtly changed the text to add interest)....Although, quite frankly, I have never felt the least bit of urge to go back and revisit the book.

My father could also, when he was in the right mood, tell the best whacked out Nancy Drew stories ever, complete with three dimensional settings built from our wooden blocks, with our Fisher Price dolls (the wooden ones that were bodies with heads) as the characters....

I am thinking of this now, because I've just come from saying goodbye to him. And even though I don't much think of my blog as a place to write about real life, it would be too strange not to mention this huge event here, where I spend so much time. So I am.

Goodbye, Papa.