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March 2, 2014 at 10:15 am
Roald Dahl quote
March 2, 2014 at 10:49 am
My father would also make breakfast on Sundays. His favorite was buckwheat pancakes. He was from Kentucky and as he cooked he’d sing country songs.His favorite was ‘ I’m sending you a big bouquet of Roses’. My mother would call him a “hick”, but we three girls loved his crooning. Before he passed, my sisters and I played him all the songs he sang to us that we found on Youtube. It seemed to soothe him.Here in Va., they’re calling for 8-12 inches. Lucky us! jd
March 2, 2014 at 2:56 pm
jd,
That’s a wonderful memory, especially the singing while he cooked part. I suspect he didn’t mind your mother teasing him and adored the three of you loving his music. That was a loving thing to do-sing all his favorite songs.
I’m sorry about the snow.