One daddy, three little girls, an old oak table, a pack of paper, and a handful of pens and pencils... And we drew. And we watched him draw. And it was one of the best memories we could carry into adulthood. A menagerie of winter evenings spent around the table with our dad while Mom washed the supper dishes.
Dad drew farms, trains, and ships. He drew people and animals, but they usually turned out clunky and awkward. We didn't mind, we only loved his presence with us and his enthusiasm.
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