by Darlene Schacht | Sep 23, 2010 | Childhood Memories, Contentment, Joy, Motherhood, My Dad, Parenting
I still remember the day when I could barely hold the orange pencil that I carried over to my father. After taking a small carving knife from the yellow drawer in the kitchen, he sat in his chair at the red arborite table where he whittled the pencil and told a story...
