Papa's Whistle
This is Papa, with the new phone I am able to take a photograph oh photograph, a wonderful thing this new technology. So, I am republishing this post I published in June of 2015 with another photograph. Here's my Papa with my hand on his shoulder taken in1982. My father was a great storyteller, a man so full of joy, being in his presence always call up one’s innate joy. He would act out the parts of the stories he told and roar with laughter when he sensed there was something funny in one of his characters. His Laughter was so loud you could hear it from miles away. He would take me with him to Mr. Winny’s shoemaker’s shop where all his friends gathered in the cooling evening after the day's hard work. Papa held center stage. All the men had stories to tell, but none of them equaled Papa’s stories, so his would be the last before everyone left for their respective homes and their cooling dinners. Papa would then say to me, “come Puss you have to go home.” The warmth of those ...