tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post6975711983200739213..comments2023-08-05T05:41:14.072-07:00Comments on Capers and Olives: Weekend Ponderings...FathersJuniperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16779192722462442800noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-56275315695655423202010-01-13T10:11:43.424-08:002010-01-13T10:11:43.424-08:00I wanted to get married to my father when I was a ...I wanted to get married to my father when I was a little girl. <br /><br />My parents were very young, so that might have been a different generation than the fathers in your books. But them being so young they divorced early - so my memories vanish when I was about the age of 10.Nöhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15740244869208231798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-1447516991550326272010-01-11T08:10:35.062-08:002010-01-11T08:10:35.062-08:00My father was the one who molly-coddled us and who...My father was the one who molly-coddled us and who doted on us three sisters. We could see the pride he felt when he showed us around to anyone. I also remember his never-ending patience when he had to explain the difficult problems in mathematics to me. He found so many ways and methods to break down a problem so that I would be able to carry it out by myself. He was/is ever so good in Sukihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02487950966823492140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-50268578856313600832010-01-11T04:16:20.733-08:002010-01-11T04:16:20.733-08:00Carol, what a great memory! I am still eagerly loo...Carol, what a great memory! I am still eagerly looking forward to the age when I can start to read the children a chapter book- a chapter a night in that same way. I believe that is how I began the Narnia chronicles one winter and it was like magic, remember my mother reading a chapter and then me begging for her to read just one more. .Juniperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16779192722462442800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-63588001472718520572010-01-11T02:02:20.427-08:002010-01-11T02:02:20.427-08:00My fondest memory of my Dad was when I was poorly....My fondest memory of my Dad was when I was poorly. He sat by my bed and read 'The Hobbit' to me..a chapter a night. He's brilliant at reading out loud and each character had a different voice. I think it was the only time when I was little that I actually looked forward to bed time....all snuggled up warm in my duvet, eyes closed just listening....<br /><br />C xCarolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12327016337976942530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-34289961316847437732010-01-10T23:51:38.080-08:002010-01-10T23:51:38.080-08:00Guusje, I have found quiet loving observation can ...Guusje, I have found quiet loving observation can be just as much of a presence as someone doing and saying a great deal (my experience in witnessing various grand parenting styles). <br /><br />Classical music on Sunday mornings and the smell of waffles, Sunday was always waffles day at our house.Juniperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16779192722462442800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5850294300019175567.post-5000780871651906662010-01-10T22:30:40.898-08:002010-01-10T22:30:40.898-08:00In my early childhood, my father was just there, w...In my early childhood, my father was just there, without any words. Just on the sofa next to me, we cuddled much. My mother did everything else ;-)<br /><br />xgGuusjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10029112799104302695noreply@blogger.com