We really enjoyed your memories on Mother’s Day so we’re doing it again in honor of Father’s Day! This time we’re looking for your favorite memory of dear ol’ dad. It can be about a Father’s Day celebration or a favorite experience you had with your dad. Stories can be funny and/or poignant. The three top stories each win a $40 gift certificate as a way of saying thanks for sharing your memories with us!
Please keep your story to 500 words or less. You may enter through the comments section of our blog or by emailing email@example.com. Please include your name and your state (USA) or country. The contest deadline is midnight on Wednesday, June 21. Winners will be notified by email on Thursday, June 22.
Here’s a favorite from my family vault.
My sister was born when I was six. I didn’t take it very well. The following spring, my dad took me on a trip to New York City. We lived in the New Jersey suburbs so going to the City wasn’t a big deal in itself but a whole day with Dad to myself is something I will always remember.
Dad was working in New Jersey at the time but started his career as a commercial artist in the Chrysler Building. That was our first stop. It was a Saturday so the elevators only went so far and then we had to continue up a few flights of stairs. I had no idea about big buildings and remember getting scared when I heard the building creak in the wind. Dad explained why the building had to be able to move and assured me we were safe. I got to see his studio and sit at his drawing board. There were markers, big pads of paper, paints, art boards, and lots of stuff on bulletin boards. It was messy but with a method to the madness. He let me sit in his chair and draw for a while. He drew a couple of silly pictures for me. We looked at the city’s skyline and I was in awe of how high up we were and how much we could see.
After lunch at the automat (another fascinating place), we traveled downtown by subway. We got on a ferry for a trip to the Statue or Liberty. Dad talked about how he went into the torch when he was a kid. The torch was no longer open to tourists when I was a child. We climbed ever higher until we reached the crown. What a view! Dad talked about how his family came to the United States in the 1920s, well before he was born. He pointed out Ellis Island and told me of how they entered the country through there.
We then headed over to the Circle Line tour where we took a twilight cruise around the entirety of Manhattan. What a beautiful transition the city goes through as day turns into night. The lights danced on the water. The building silhouettes rose from the darkness. The night air was cool and crisp and I was glad I brought a sweater.
I’m sure I was asleep before we got through the Lincoln Tunnel. All these years later, this is still one of my favorite memories of my dad.
– Donna Klein