I never knew of Buster until last year. We lost my Dad a few years ago just shy of his eightieth birthday. I was visiting my step-mom at the home they shared in Traverse City last summer when she said “I have something I think you’d like”. I was intrigued, feeling it was something that belonged to Dad. Knowing that I’m majorly sentimental, she produced a stuffed woolen dog. “This is Buster and he belonged to your Dad”. Buster had seen better days, one leg appeared a bit wobbly but he was adorable. I was touched both by having him but also by having a new nugget of knowledge about my Dad. The fact that at 59 I still have my “Baby Teddy” imagine my surprise that throughout his life, Dad preserved and kept Buster.
Buster now resides in the same room as my Baby Teddy. But it’s different for him, a homecoming. You see, I live in the house that my grandparents built when Dad was a young boy and though Buster hadn’t lived here for a long time, it was once his home many years ago.
I’ve been told many times “you’re a lot like your Dad” and through Buster I see a glimpse of his childhood and know that even our youthful selves were aligned.
I know how happy it made my Dad that I love living in his childhood home and feel certain he’s smiling now, knowing that Buster’s returned here to live with me.
As part of the Blogging University Grads (BUGS) bi-weekly challenge, our prompt is a tribute to Dad. I did a post earlier this year based on my trusty childhood teddy bear.Apparently this lifelong attachment to a childhood stuffed animal was something my Dad and I had in common.
To read the story of Baby Teddy, follow this link:
This is the first writing challenge from BUGS (Blogging U Grads) and the challenge is to simply introduce myself by sharing ten things about me. Considering that I’ve shared quite a bit about myself in the last seven months, the challenge for me is to come up with things previously not revealed……
I’m left-handed. Proud of it and believe that my creativity springs from my left-handedness.
Though my husband and I are the only human occupants of my home (my two sons are cats – just to clarify), my pantries (yes plural), refrigerator, freezer, spice and wine racks might lead one to believe that I’m secretly running a personal chef service, opening a gourmet food shop or preparing for the zombie apocalypse.
I have extremely flat feet.
I love The Gilmore Girls! Have the whole series on DVD, watch it beginning to end once a year. It makes me happy.
My first job was as a cashier in a donut shop. Yes, I was a donut slinger, at age 16. Couldn’t eat donuts for many years after I left that job.
I live in the same home that my grandparents built, where my Dad was raised, in the same neighborhood I grew up in.
All my life I’ve been told I looked like both Grandmothers and my Dad.
My hair is naturally very curly, like Shirley Temple curly.
I am of 100% Swedish descent (to the best of our family knowledge).
I didn’t learn to text until I was 57 years old.
Tada! I did it. And I’m quite sure that I’ve not previously shared these captivating facts about myself on this blog.
So, that’s me. Nice to meet you.
BUGS is a writing group that was formed by those participants in the Blogging University Writing 101 workshop from earlier this year. This is the first of bi-weekly challenges they will assign us through year end. I hope you’ll find them interesting.