The first time I saw "The Glen Miller Story" (you can add vibrato for special effects, when you say, "The Glen Miller Story") I was home, sick, from elementary school. Great Story, great acting and great music. You can't beat a Jimmy Steward movie and I have to admit, I did check lime wire for some Miller music.
But the best was yet to come. As I was thinking about the first time I saw "The Glen Miller Story" (too much?), I remembered a couple of things from my childhood. For most people my age, that is not a big deal. But I have spent, most of my live, believing that I had a childhood to forget. What a pleasant surprise.
Not only did I remember, in some detail, but they were happy thoughts. Who know it could happen to me.
I remembered my train set, that I got for my birthday, one year. I asked for a train set and I got one. It may not have been the one that I asked for, but looking back, I got better than what I had asked for. And the bonus? My father played with me, with the train set I got.
My father didn't buy new things. I guess it was from growing up in the depressions. And my train set might have been used, and not really the envy of the neighborhood, but I can say that it was one of the few times that my father, played with me. And that's good enough for a hand full of warm an fuzzy, memory's. And they feel pretty good.
Yah I know, I grew into my ears.
love you all, Boyd
2 comments:
Dad,
Looking at these old pictures of you makes me think that there is a lot of you in Jacky Boy. I think the nose is a big one.
Justin
Even with the ears, you were always a cute little boy. Love the sentiment. A great post.
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