TV commercials trigger memories

I so remember fondly as a very young girl standing in my sock feet on my Dad's shoes as he 'taught me to dance' to the music from our kitchen radio. There it was, portrayed on TV, during a commercial, and it brought me immediately back in time more years than I care to count!

My Dad was such a happy, cheerful soul. Tall and handsome, he would come to my office in later years to take me out to lunch, and the other girls there would whistle and cheer, thinking this gorgeous man was a date. He looked like Basil Rathbone (who?) with his dark hair and thin mustache, and he moved with a singular grace although he never actually realized that. If there was any ego, his two daughters never saw it.

Singing as he came downstairs in the morning, then tap dancing on the kitchen linoleum, these are my memories. We were lucky to have him in our lives.