On this Father’s Day I wanted to share a fun story. I’m working on Messenger of the Gods.
Next in the Dragon Core Series.
When I read this passage
“Coming dear,” he called laughing when she gave him the finger before marching off toward the oak tree at the center of the park in the middle of Warehouse Square.
I was swept back in time to sitting in the backseat of my paternal grandparents’ car, my grandfather at the wheel.
Not because of giving the finger ha ha.
Like so many of us when we were young being in the backseat of a car wherein lots of perfume and cologne was wafting around I was a bit antsy to arrive at our destination.
So I could breathe.
To take my mind off of it he used to say this wonderful nursery thyme.
He’d also wiggle his ears which to this day amazes me he could do.
My passage: the oak tree at the center of the park in the middle of Warehouse Square.
From the Green Grass Grew All Around: And the tree was in the hole. And the hole was in the ground. And the green grass grew all around all around and the green grass grew all around.
It’s one of the better memories of life but also a reminder that grandfathers are dads and on this day like the dads they are deserve a Happy Father’s Day!
Elizabeth Maxim 