A wordsmith - dreaming & wandering along the highways & byways off the thoroughfare called Memory Lane. Sometimes stopping to take in the natural beauty surrounding me - making "stuff", taking inspiration from others, visiting friends near & far and trying to come to terms with the greatest loss I have ever experienced.
Sunday, 7 April 2013
Storytelling Sunday - - - A Little Book of Wisdom
My daddy is a quiet gentleman, patient, kind and quietly spoken and I have always known he loves us dearly - I know he still does as I am fortunate that he is still with us. Growing up I don't think that our family was especially demonstrative - but hugs and squeezes were always readily available when when wanted or needed. However we rarely got gifts or presents of any kind - birthdays, Christmas and a treat whilst on holiday was the limit for gifts - - and daddy especially, rarely brought us unexpected gifts, yet when I was 13 he came home with this little book - - and gave it to me.
At 13 - -I was still a "little girl" in a lot of ways - I still loved my Bunty comic with the paper dolls on the back page! Oh how I loved them (I've always suffered from what my mum called "cutty-itis"- I love cutting out - "fussy cutting" as the Americans term it - - but I digress), playing with my dolls - making clothes for them I think, reading, doing jigsaws - - - all the typical pursuits of my generation. However I was heading towards adulthood - - I had recently been confirmed - and was I think beginning to really appreciate "wise words" - I had my own Prayer book and had been given my granny's bible - so beautiful words were just really registering as being important to me - - -
As I look back now - I realise daddy had noted this - and when he saw this little book knew that I would love it - - - he was right. A little shabby now - and well thumbed - one of those you "drop in" on - but precious not only for its contents - it really is full of wise words - but because daddy gave it to me. It sits on my book shelf still - next to my Prayer book.
These days there are many of these types of little books - - I see them all over - - but this is the one that is precious to me - - - an unexpected gift from daddy - - -that really demonstrated how well he knew me as a girl - - - the world's most priceless gift actually.
Thanks for stopping by - - there are lots more stories around today courtesy of Sian from High in the Sky - do pop over - just here - and maybe you have a story of your own we could share?
'til later
Bannaghtyn, J x
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Lovely to read of how much this means to you, and the perspicacity and thoughtfulness of the Dad who gave it to you. Both are clearly important things to you :).
ReplyDeleteThat love, knowledge - and observation are such precious gifts. So nice that you still have the book too and can drop in when you want.
ReplyDeleteIt's absolutely lovely - it's easy to see how nice it must feel in your hand. Some books are just like that and I think this is one of them! A Book of Wisdom from a wise man, eh?
ReplyDeleteWhen I was that age I was still cutting out paper dolls too. I can remember my sister bought me one for my 13th birthday
Such a special gift. At 13, my girl still loves paper dolls and she regularly makes her own.
ReplyDeleteFiona x
"A book you drop in on" - I understand that perfectly. What a precious gift - the best kind are the ones that show how much another person understands us. Lovely story.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful present and such a treasure, Well done Daddy, well spotted!
ReplyDeleteI love how you "drop in" on this book. Such a fitting description. What a great gift to last a lifetime.
ReplyDeleteI was a Bunty doll girl too!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thoughtful present, given and received with much love.
What a lovely present to receive x
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for sharing this story with us.
You're right--the rare gift, especially from someone you love and respect, is a precious one. I'm sure your father is pleased to know you still have it.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful you had that type of relationship with your father. The type where he knew you would love the little book.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely surprise gift from your dad...precious indeed!
ReplyDeleteAlison xx
what a lovely gift from your daddy and how I remember loving Bunty too!
ReplyDeleteIt was indeed a precious gift! I have the same book, though I have no idea how I acquired it.
ReplyDeleteA really beautiful story and I'm not surprised that the book is so precious to you x
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely story. I was a Bunty girl too! In fact fussy cutting is something I love to do even now. Thanks for sharing and I would love to look inside your book, it looks so lovely.
ReplyDeletebeautiful story, and its a lovely looking book too :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful precious item & story you've shared here! That is certainly a wonderful gift, but knowing the fact that your dad knew it would be perfect for you is the best part of it!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story - both the book and your very special relationship with your Dad are certainly precious!
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