In recent years I have the joy of sharing with new readers and some of you may not know the tales from the early days, therefore, I reproduce an old Post first published in November, 2007. Well, if the TV and radio stations can repeat a programme, why then not rehash an earlier post?
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The Wardrobe
I suppose you think a wardrobe is for storing clothes?
One wet and windy winter’s afternoon the door burst open and a tornado landed in the middle of the living-room floor.
Before I had time to lift my eyes from my needlework a little voice demanded “What is my dad doing on the floor in the wardrobe?”
There was a loud rustling sound as Jack lowered the newspaper sufficiently to peer out over the top. With his glasses resting half way down his nose and not a sound or trace of a smile, he looked from the voice to me, wondering exactly what was going on.
“Your Daddy is here reading the paper so he can’t be in the wardrobe?” I said.
“He is! He’s on the floor in at the back of the wardrobe. Come and I will show you!”
There was nothing for it but to set my needlework down because when this young lady got something into her head the devil himself couldn’t shake her off course.
She took my hand and dragged me out of the room. The newspaper was lifted once more and I heard Jack quietly whistling behind it. Off I went to find out how a man got into my wardrobe.
Opening the door of the built in wardrobe she pointed into the darkness of the farthest corner. “Look he is in there, on The Floor!”
I moved the clothes along the rail to have a better view. Right enough her dad was on the floor propped against the wall at the back of the wardrobe. I carefully lifted him out and touched his face as I did so.
“Don’t put him back in there” she said, “I think you should hang him up on the wall”.
I did hang him that day, and he has had pride of place there ever since!
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Elly’s Dad
What a handsome man, and a touching post, GM.
I mentioned your name in my blog, today, regarding a recipe for Lazy Baked Chicken you posted long ago.
Thank you, Gigi. I will pop over to your place right now.
Ah! Doesn’t it do you heart good to look at a picture of the love of your life at the prime of his life?
It is, Nancy, but I did not know him back then.
Well, maybe this wasn’t the prime of his life then. He didn’t get THERE until he met you!
Thank you Nancy, You made me smile and have a friend for life! 😆
Lovely share, GM!
Nancy, we had great fun playing along with her schemes and fancies!
She was quite right to insist on putting his photo on the wall instead of it being at the back of the wardrobe. It’s a good photo and he looks very handsome.
Nick, it was Jack’s idea to ‘put the photo in the back of the wardrobe out of the way’, but he did laugh at the idea of being ‘hung up by his wife! 😆
I must say having had the pleasure of meeting her, Elly is the head off her father 🙂
Lovely story!
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WWW, she was the very spit of him and his mother before that.
What a handsome fellow was your Jack. Quite the catch to have hanging on your wall.
He is still on the wall, a reminder of happier days!
Handsome guy!
he was and had a very kind heart!
I’m caught just a little bit off guard with how to respond. I feel quite moved to see Elly’s father, and to hear this story. There’s a lot of emotion packed into one small girl and that wardrobe! How wonderful that you followed her need and gave him a place of honor. I’m really glad you shared this, GM.
Debra, Elly was very spontaneous as a child, we never knew what she would come up with next. It was fun to see the world through her eyes!
A handsome man indeed and I am glad that he is up on the wall rather than at the back of a wardrobe. I can well imagine the scene with Elly the center of attraction!
Elly was never short on ideas back then, just as she is today!