Astrid Jacket

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Astrid Jacket

What can I give my father for his 70th birthday? It's a question I had to think for a while, but without much success.

After all, 70 is only an important step and means that has existed for some time. That, as I'm concerned, many years ago to be my father, and do very well.

Socks, belts or ties certainly do not. I suspect that over the years has probably had enough of these to stretch all the way to a faraway place. Or perhaps not quite so far, but I may say so: something special is needed.

What I remember a time when my sister and I are still very low.

All his life my father was a journalist - a good - and the habit of having to go abroad very often as kids. At least that's what we feel then.

After a trip to the Far East, returned donations paid for more exotic than I've ever seen.

I clearly remember the smell of spices cling dug a box of the bag. Jade jewelry and a seemingly endless Chinese food service for my mother, a beautiful porcelain doll sporting tiny hand-sewn clothing and hair twisted and delicious for my sister and me, my first fountain pen, an adult, the beauty of blood red with a gold medal NIB devastatingly real. Needless to say, for some time, I was a little afraid to use it.

Did I mention that my father was - is - a man's selfless generosity? He stayed with a 7-inch single called "Chairman Mao is with us', which proves my point exactly.

Perhaps from that moment, my sister and I I always thought I had come home with something, because I remember that as children, we refuse to sleep until she returned from work. We probably were delivered in his bed at 6 pm more or less in those days, and I doubt that he showed at least half an hour later.

But when he heard the front door, my sister and me would have continued to mourn until they went upstairs to kiss us good night. I do not think that even given the opportunity to remove his jacket.

All these statements in the late evening and morning departures. An endless ritual that always seemed one of the fathers of these things simply. Strongly Occasionally, they took us to his office, surrounded by the smell of newsprint, fresh, allowed to play with the typewriter, rolling drawers and perhaps reach the conclusion that working life must be pretty good fun really.

Only much later, of course, you are able to assess reality of weeks endless work, the pressures and anxieties and sacrifices involved. I never heard her complain.

Knowing this now, it is not surprising that other memory I have of my father is how he liked sleeping in the sun on a warm weekend.

The weather rarely have to do this - there are shelves to (try to) build and dig the garden and shopping to do and the vagaries of time to deal with English - but more homework, if the sun, was lying in a hammock with a radio jingle with him to finally falling asleep. A small pleasure, of course, who had won several times.

All the little things that come with parents, parents. Moments to remember that, in contemplating the merits of chips books, shoes, bottles of port - in short, all the things that will - I collect memories of years drifting as the father of the approach of his 70th birthday. And yet I have to find the perfect gift a thank you and a celebration at a time.

If I had the ability to life doing wonderful things, I ask you a venerable, linked leather chair in the right place, almost a coup of fire. There would be two feet smell puppies and draped a green parrot blue and mounted on his shoulder, chewing his beard.

Billy Bunter, William and Ginger invites him round for tea, and later that night Frank, Sammy and Dean for the fall sing a happy birthday graciously accepted a glass or three of Bourbon, and then shook hands before returning to Las Vegas.

I read everything favorite stories, as if he had never read before.

But life is not made that way, and in the absence of things I wish I could give only I hope that this time would do.

Words that are written just for him. The words to be many different things, but finally said: "Thank you, Daddy, "and" how time flies! And now you want much, much love your big birthday 70. "

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