Dancing on Daddy’s Shoes

dancing on daddy's shoesIt’s been a long day and a longer evening but on the drive home from Hamilton this evening I was suddenly swept into a time gone by and the ride became a carpet ride of sweet music and memories of dancing on Daddy’s shoes.

There is a radio station 98.1 and program called The Lounge which can take you there too if you happen to be like me and grew up to the sounds of sentimental crooners and big bands.

Tonight Pat Boon’s “April Love” took me from the drivers seat to a place long ago when, as a little girl, my Dad would sweep me into his arms and whisk me across the floor on the toes of his shoes.  Those moments were magical.  They were times when everyone was happy and when laughter could be heard above the music that sang out from that little wooden case record player beside the fireplace on its wobbly steel stand.

In those moments I felt like a princess in a ballroom, even if it was only our little living room where the rag rug had to be rolled up a little to get the full feel of the polished linoleum under us as his sure and steady steps as his leather soles slid miraculously in front of the fire.  Step together, step, step.  Step together, step, step.  The Foxtrot could be danced to anything.

Thanks to the Lounge for a safe and happy ride home.

Sweet memories. Sweet dreams.  Good night.


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (www.riverofhopeenterprises.com), I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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