The Best Dad

Happy Father's Day 2014

Every kid in my day... made gifts for their Dad in art class in school. We often were given a ball of clay and told to create something for his special day. I always made an ashtray. I would carefully shape the clay and then have to wait, it seemed forever, for it to dry. Once it was dry, it could be painted and sometimes the teacher would put a shiny shellac on it. I carefully took the gift home and hid it.....usually under my bed. I made my own cards in those days too. Construction paper, crayons, and some scissors were all I needed. I would sit at the kitchen table and usually had my tongue out between my teeth....concentrating so on my project. There wouldn't be an envelope unless Mom had one to fit the card. Father's Day came and I was so excited to give him my gift. He acted so happy to get .....just what he wanted.....from me. There were a few more ashtrays, flash lights, his favorite felt slippers from the dime store, and several attempts at writing him a poem. These were such happy years for us. I've never forgotten his face when he opened something from me. He was the best Dad.
Balisha