Daddy wasn't perfect, (as none of us are), oh, but he had some wonderful qualities:-) Daddy knew how to turn a downcast face into a smile. He knew very little about fixing gadgets & such: Ahhhhh, but he could fix a disappointed "Princess" with just a few words and a warm hug! One of his many talents was weaving a GOOD story for us. He was a grand teller of tales:-) When daddy told his stories, it was like a serial movie. "Jim & "Bob" were the characters of "His Serial". What escapades he could contrive for these two pals to keep his children entertained and begging for more:-) One of the ways daddy pleased brother and me was like this . . . every evening when he walked into our home from a long day's work, he'd sit in his armchair. Excitement rose as brother and I raced to take off his shoes. We knew "the secret" :-) Daddy would hide a penny in one of his socks, you see, and, just a simple thing like a penny was enough to bring giggles of happiness to the 'lucky' one discovering it. Ahhhhh, my daddy knew how to get the undivided attention of his children:-) Daddy was an attorney by profession, highly intelligent and dedicated. Sadly, his practice was interrupted by WWII. When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, he enlisted in the Marine Corp, eventually deployed to action in the Pacific Theatre (Iwo Jima, in particular) and was there when the American flag was raised in victory. Daddy didn't talk to his children very much about the war. He was such a sensitive man and, VERY protective. I'm sure he knew 'war stories' were too dreadful for small children to hear. My daddy has been in Heaven for many, many years now. I picture him now telling his "stories" to a rapt audience of angels and story~lovers of all ages:-) I miss you, daddy! Mary Carter MizranyŠ www.onwingsoffaith.com