My favorite photo of my father and me goes way back to 1953. He was thirty-five and I was three-years- old. He was dressed in his favorite attire as baseball was his life’s passion. Later I understood hitting a baseball was his God given talent. This sport made its way into my heart. When I remember my father, baseball is always part of the memory bank.
Loved reading this memory Linda. I always find it soothing when a good memory is prompted by an object or smell.