Tomorrow is Father's day and I'm one of those that doesn't really remember her Daddy. Daddy passed away when I was 6 so my memories of him are, well, one. One vivid memory that in a way I cherish.
As I remember it, and siblings if you're reading this and you don't remember it, indulge me. Daddy worked with the coal mines, a driver I believe. After work he'd sit on this greenish bench, storage thing that I think one of my brother's made in "shop". He would read the paper and drink a beer. Occasionally he'd share a sip with me...
My one vivid memory of him is one time, as he sat on the bench, newspaper raised to read it, I stood on the other side of the paper just waiting for him. He lowers the paper and says "Go get your cup." I run into the 'pantry' Mom hands me a thermal cup, one of those that you get with a 'fillup' at the local gas station. I run back and he gives me a splash and we share a beer.
This occasion and memory of it makes me smile.
Happy Father's day to all you Dad's who make your little girls smile...still.