Thursday, December 22, 2011

I remember...

Good morning!  Today is the last day of the work week for me until Tuesday so TGIT!

I wanted to post this old pic I found of my Dad decorating our Christmas tree some time back in the late 70s.

I remember we didn't have a lot of money growing up so my Dad would usually pick up our Christmas tree each year on Christmas Eve or two days before Christmas - you know, that's when they would start to mark them down...  Now that I think of it, that must be why I'm so cheap thrifty!

It was always Dad's job to drag out, untangle, trouble shoot and hang the lights.  Fortunately, if my Dad was nothing else, he was a patient man so he would tend to the task at hand with little fuss. 

I remember we just used what we had so on any given year, our tree could have been three different strings of lights.  Maybe the white blinking lights on the top, the colored non blinking lights in the middle and a string of non blinking white lights around the bottom.  Not exactly something from the Town & Country magazine but we always had a tree.

I remember each year teasing my Dad about how our tree looked like the Charlie Brown tree...  I also remember that sweater.  He wore that sweater all the time - for years. 

I remember getting that awful  phone call four years ago today.

 I remember my Dad...

RIP - December 22, 2007


  1. Oh my God... I totally understand what you went through... I got that kind of call a year ago, too. But it's so nice to have these beautiful memories... I must confess, I saw my dad's pictures a few times during this year... I didn't have the courage to see many... I only see if they are displayed on my brother's desk, for example, then I can't ask him to take them from there...
    Have a happy Christmas... they would like us to be happy, I am sure!

  2. Lisa, you were lucky to have such a great dad. I know this time of year is bittersweet for you. Remember the good times and the special memories and cherish them in your heart.
    I hope you have a good Christmas.

  3. Lisa, this makes me so sad. Not so much for myself but for the our moms left behind. When my dad passed 8 years ago I remember how my mom was so depressed and it still affects her today, especially at Christmas...I love dreaming about him, it is always so real. In remembrance of our pitgat put it so nicely...they would like us to be happy. Dawn xoxo