My Father's Chair

I was so surprised when I opened this picture....... my mind immediately went back to 1973. My Father's brown leather chair sat in the living room of our house.... not a curtain on the big picture window behind it. In the many nights of living in a small town..... Dad would come down in his Kimono, usually hand made by his lovely wife, Opal. As the kids cleaned up the kitchen after supper, you would hear the TV on in this room.

Should we ever get a phone call (in high school).... the limit was 5 minutes. He would monitor the clock and announce..."ShadRack... 5 minutes are up." Click....back to the rumbas of the kitchen. Just after 700pm...Dad would start to yawn and head upstairs. Then the fun began! Opal would crack out a game of chess.... we would watch TV, maybe sharing a chocolate chip cookie or two.

I would always imagine somebody appearing at that big picture window at night....Scary! Next to Dad's chair on his end table, sat a big green ashtray. It held his pipe and aftermath of cigarettes.... Once in awhile he had a bag of those awful, sugar covered orange slices! Dad how I love and miss you....

Lev.....thank you for the memory!