Happy memories of my Dad include him dancing with me in his arms at age one (had colic) to the tune of “Valencia” and “Blue Moon” on the old Victrola. Then at age two, this time in a big armchair on his lap, hearing his original stories about a naughty (ornery) girl whom he named “Ornerabis.” I felt assured he did not mean me as the ornery one. He loved reading James Whitcomb Riley poems, too, like “Little Orphan Annie”. I retain and can recite a lot of Riley poems.
Thanks, Dad – Love, Christine Purves
It’s wonderful to read this, Christine. It immediately made me think of how it felt to have my father lift me and twirl me around when I was very little. Thanks for sparking that memory of warmth and security.
Love,
Thelma