My Dad Was Santa!

Today marks 93 years since my Dad was born in 1917.

When I was four I remember going to see Santa and not really having any idea what to tell him what I wanted him to bring me for Christmas. In 1951 we didn't have a TV to introduce us to new toys and I could only gauge what I wanted by what I coveted that belonged to my older sister, June, or what my kindergarten playmates possessed.

After seeing Santa, my dad was carrying me on his shoulders as we left the store. I saw a doll that I liked and I said to my dad, "I want that dolly!" He was the only person that knew that I wanted that particular doll.

On Christmas morning we went into the living room and there sitting in a high chair was the dolly. I was so happy to have my "wee wee" doll and I was thrilled to realize that my Dad was Santa! Not just to me, but I believed he was Santa to all the children all over the world! I was so proud! My Dad was Santa!

Over time, I learned that Santa was really about the magic of giving at Christmas and my dad was not traveling the world in a sleigh pulled by reindeer on Christmas delivering toys. Still, I have always felt that my Dad was full of magic and every bit as special as Santa.

Dad left this earth in 1971 but I still have my wee wee doll on my night stand - a symbol of magic, Christmas, Santa and Daddy.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Daddy!

Brunette

My niece, Suzy, informed me that Brunette is spelled with just one "N" so I had to figure out how to correct the (previous) typo in my "header".
But I wasn't sure I even wanted to make the correction because I figure the two "N's" stand for "naughty" and "nutty" and I didn't want to give up either.
I made the correction because by nature I must, but I will still think of myself as a brunette with two "N's"

God Winked! June 26, 2010

Yep, I was up with camera in hand for the partial lunar eclipse this morning.

(No big deal for me because I am up a couple of times in the wee hours every night and actually enjoy stretching out a bit and then returning to my cool sheets and back to sleep.)

I had read that the earth's shadow was going to start eclipsing the moon about 2:00 A.M. I woke up about 2:15 and went in the back yard and looked at the bright, nearly full moon, and could see no evidence of a even a minor shadow. I keep staring. Maybe I had mistaken the date and the eclipse was going to be early Saturday morning?

Next time I woke up it was about 4:30 A.M. I went out back and looked at the sky. I noted the sun was starting to hint at waking up to the West...but no moon was visible. Had it set already? Was it a full eclipse and the moon was hiding in the sky? I walked out the front door and down the driveway and voila! - there was the Lunar Goddess shining bright in the sky to the SW and ready to slide down behind Haystack (hill).

I am hoping a photo of me doesn't show up in my old lady baby dolls on a neighbor's Internet blog entitled "old bat out early ".