http://forums.wdwmagic.com/threads/calling-all-teachers-and-parents-too.872227/I didn't see what you wrote about taking your daughter on the cruise? What are the details?
http://forums.wdwmagic.com/threads/calling-all-teachers-and-parents-too.872227/I didn't see what you wrote about taking your daughter on the cruise? What are the details?
Great story.My parents divorced when I was 3. I essentially "grew up" w/my mom, her 2nd husband, + his 3 kids which made us a blended family of 7. My dad was in the Navy so visits were limited. Most years we had 2 visits: summer & holiday breaks from school. We always went places and did stuff. Most things were not planned the way Disney travel needs to be. We lived in the Orlando area so trips there were easy. I remember when I was about 10 or so Dad brought his new wife down for a long weekend and we spent it out off I-Drive and going to Epcot. Another time when I was 12 or 13 Dad's ship was in Tampa or something for several days on short notice. Without even calling to say he was in Florida he managed to get a full day of leave, got a buddy to chum along, rented a car, and showed up at our door early on a Saturday morning itching to spend the day at the MK. We had seasonal passes already so it saved him a few bucks. Was a fun day but the best part was the surprise/bonus day.
Back then we didn't have all the tech (FaceTime, Skype) to keep in touch. If dad was on Med cruises (usually 6-9 months +) we could go months without hearing his voice. But then imagine the thrill of getting phone calls from all over the world. Mostly we did the old-fashioned thing: we wrote letters. We would send photos, draw pictures, all sorts of little things. I know it sounds practically medieval now but I'm grateful we had to do it that way. I have an old shoe box tucked in my closet smashed full of every card or letter I received from about 6 or 7 years old until I got married at 19 years old. At least half of my box is letters from Dad. The oldest ones got pretty frail from being read so much. I may or may not have slept with those held near my face so I could smell them....LOL! Those are laminated now. I can't imagine those years without the thrill of mail from Dad. those bits of paper were so much more to me than just his words talking to me. It was paper his hands touched that I could hold like holding his hand. I could usually smell the smell of the ship (its a distinctive smell I can't describe) from the paper. Odd as it sounds, that was a huge comfort smell because Dad's clothes and belongings often smelled like the ship so it was a comfort thing I associated with him. I love that I have my box of letters to read all these years later. I love that my kids can read my letters from dad and understand what it was like for me. They also get a little more understanding how good they have things. If we'd had all the tech stuff then I think we might have talked more often but I'm not sure it would constitute being in better touch. And I probably wouldn't have my treasured box of letters, many of which traveled to me from places all over the world.
And, ya know what? In his closet, tucked amongst boxes of his trinkets is every letter we wrote to him. I've not read back thru them but I know they are there. I've seen them.![]()
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