show and tell: daddy’s girl

In honor of father’s day, I thought I’d share an old photo of me with mine. (Since I prefer to be behind the camera rather than in front, this may be the most recent photo I ever post of myself. Plus I was still a cute blonde back then…)

It was the summer of 1972. “The Godfather” had been released in theatres just a few months earlier. Hot on the charts were Don Maclean’s “American Pie,” Carole King’s “Tapestry,” “Stairway to Heaven,” Neil Young, and one of my personal favorites, “Layla” by Derek and the Dominos. 

It was the summer of the horrific Munich massacre at the Olympics, and the war in Vietnam was still escalating. The summer began with the scandalous Watergate break-in before the inexplicable re-election of Nixon, which led to his shameful resignation two years later…  

I was just 3 years old. Despite the mad events in the world, those were still the golden days in our home — before my grandfather died, before my parents started fighting, before everything went to shit. We simply appeared to be an idyllic suburban middle-class family, enjoying a day at the beach… 

As the youngest and only girl child, I was very attached to my dad and probably begged him to accompany me on the carousel. Some of my very first memories are from that long hot summer.

Later, after my parents divorced and before my dad remarried, before he got sick, I was an angsty teenager constantly arguing with my mom. I asked my dad if I could come live with him. I don’t know whether he said no because it would have cramped his newly single lifestyle, interfered with my schooling, or upset my mother too much. But it crushed me. 

Soon he remarried a woman 20 years younger and had another child, who I wished with all my heart would be a boy so I could remain his little girl, even at 15. When his wife entered the third trimester, my dad was diagnosed with cancer. A month before he died just a week shy of his 50th birthday, his son was born. I was 16.

In my mind, several distinct memories capture the golden era which came before all that madness — the moments frozen in time when I was still daddy’s little girl — barbecues out back, summer family vacations in the old country squire station wagon, baseball game family picnics, ‘learning’ to drive at a young age by sitting on his lap, swimming on his back at the community pool, and those long hot summer days at the beach…

Happy father’s day, dad. I miss you always. 

For more circle time fun, see links to my previous entries, check out the weekly show and tell thread, or visit the show and tell archives.


~ by luna on June 14, 2008.

25 Responses to “show and tell: daddy’s girl”

  1. Luna, I’m crying. I thought the post was going one way and then it zagged another. I’m so sorry that he’s not still here. Thank you for sharing that photo.

  2. Wow, that was really really nicely threaded together. Gawd:-(

  3. I love the way you weave your memories together. Thank you for sharing these precious thoughts about your father with us.

  4. There’s nothing in the world like being a Daddy’s Girl. I love to see my daughter with my husband. There’s something about a little girl that softens them and makes my heart melt. I am sorry your father is no longer with you. Hold onto those memories.

  5. I’m very sorry for the loss of your father! I’m a daddy’s girl too and your story really touched my heart.

  6. What a lot for a girl to bear.

    This is a nice tribute to your Dad, Luna. He sure looks like a happy man with you.

  7. Very sad story to share. I hope your family has healed.
    Dad’s are special and you have so many good memories.

    Alyson LID 01/27/06 (IA China)

  8. Awww, what a poignant story. Don’t forget that you’ll always be Daddy’s Girl!

  9. this will probably sound terrible, but I’m really glad you have some happy memories in there before it all went south, and I hope you can enjoy them for what they were (happy moments) and not try and dissect them through the 20/20 hindsight glasses of later. Beautiful post Luna. Simply beautiful.

  10. What a wonderful thoughtful post.

  11. I am so sorry your father is not here too. Lovely tribute to him
    and the photo is an absolute treasure!

    Thank you for sharing such special memories with us.

  12. It’s nice to have positive memories of you Dad. I love carousels as a little girl too.

  13. I’m sorry your dad isn’t here with you, but glad you have such great memories, & glad you shared them with us!

  14. Thank you for sharing these precious memories with us.

    I know from first-hand experience how hard it is to lose a parent during adolescence. I am so very sorry that your father was taken from you so prematurely.

  15. I’m so glad you had those great memories of your dad. What a wonderful tribute to him.

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