There’s
a story my dad used to tell about pestering his shipmates for news from home.
When I met dad’s friends, they all told that very same story. I always thought
it was funny because I envisioned it as their entire tour; dad pacing on deck with
‘Dicky Suchicky’ harassing poor Radarman ‘Silverman’ about news from Obie (my
maternal grandfather) for months at a time.
It
was the only story he ever shared with us about his service to our country. I
remember him telling it with such enthusiasm as we toured the German U boat at
the Museum of Science & History in Chicago. He was incredibly animated and
had the widest smile while recalling this memory. I laughed the entire time
until my belly hurt from laughing so hard. By this time, our family had grown
to include my brother, Matthew and my sister, Emily---but we were best known to
dad as Vic, Clint & Bullet, the “three tons of fun”. Thanks to Google, I
did eventually discover he was referring to a slapstick comedy team who made
occasional appearances on the Howdy Doody Show (though we were never sure which
character we represented).
In
time, I came to understand that the story wasn’t just about me; it was much
bigger than that. It was the rare experience of joy in wartime. Good things
were still going on at home and that was reassuring when the slightest comfort must
have felt like sheer luxury.
Dad
was proud of each of us. He was a devoted husband, father and grandfather.
When
I was expecting my first child, dad would make excuses to travel to Moberly,
Missouri where I was attending nursing school. He’d conveniently “forget”
something he needed to pick up at the local big box store and somehow the cart
would fill with goodies for his grandchild and anything an expectant mommy
could ever crave. On one trip, he insisted on taking me to a buffet lunch where
I swear I must have eaten half a pan of mac ‘n cheese while ever so slowly convincing
him to come with me to my doctor’s appointment. Dad was not a fan of doctors…or
hospitals…or waiting rooms, for that matter. But he went anyway to be
supportive because that’s the kind of man he was.
When
the nurses called him in to see the ultrasound of his first grandchild, I saw
the Navy story come to life before my very eyes. It was pure joy and it was
beautiful. Dad held each of my children with that same expansive smile and
pride. His family members meant absolutely everything to him. My regret is that
his youngest daughter was robbed of the experience. I know wholeheartedly he
would have pampered my sister the very same way and absolutely treasured her
son, Thomas just as he had Nicholas, Steven and Megan---my very own three tons
of fun.
In
My Life was a song with special meaning to my dad, the song we danced to at my
wedding, to honor my brother. Today, I'd
like to take this moment to say I love you more, Dad.
These fabulous containers were made by Sterilite. I always plan to spruce up the sewing room but they seem to be urgently needed for classroom organization. I plan to take 4-5 extra deep and 3-4 of this size to start the year off. I'll be hauling my new school supplies to class in a few and when they're emptied, they tuck nicely away. Each class will have a designated basket to make collecting and returning work a bit easier. I also have the cutest miniature pails from Target (a score at the $1 aisle) for spare pencils, pens, paperclips, etc. I ordered my planner today but it may take a while to get here----'Tis the Season.
As you may have noticed, posts have been few and far between the past couple years. Thanks for bearing with me! We've had some major life changes going on. I'm thrilled to let you know that I will be teaching this school year! My students are taking enough dual credits to finish high school with an Associates Degree!! Can you imagine? What a phenomenal opportunity! I'm clapping my hands and happy dancing to be included in this incredible program. I cannot wait to set my high school classroom up and meet my new students!! Oh my word, I have been obsessing about color schemes, planners, baskets, fabrics (of course!) and supplies since I found out yesterday afternoon----Pinterest is fueling the fire. 
No, you haven't missed any DJ posts, she's still not together. Our schedules have not allowed much time in the sewing room as of late. I have mending projects piled up and plenty keeping me busy. 
For now, please enjoy a few photos of our violets, daffodils & tulips. 
