Sunday, June 21, 2009
Time to open my 'Daddy sack'
It's not a huge deal, this seldom-opened sack. But it's a deal. I know what's in this sack. Couple of Zippos. Sunglasses from seeing the Thunderbirds a day or two before he died. Get-well critter. Cattle ear tag. This whiskey bottle was one of a few different ones my brother and I found out in the milk house right after he died. He had a hunch! Teetotaling Mama wouldn't let the stuff in the house.
The sack. Safeway.
I'm gettin' it from both sides today. I miss Daddy. Mama, too. And I miss my Bird -- but she called me today! Yippee!
And I'm fixing to call my father-in-law to see if he wants to come up this Friday to go to an Oklahoma RedHawks (triple-A baseball) game. We've been talking about it.
What was inside was my father's Army uniform with his medals, Sgt. stripes, etc. The uniform itself was unsalvageable (when you touched it, it crumbled to dust), but we managed to save the buttons, the medals, the stripes, all of which are in a bag right now in my dresser. The trunk sits out in the garage, and serves quite handily as a storage place for manner of things.