Today I ventured down into the basement to see how my husband was doing with the removal of our old oil furnace. He had it all out,and what was left was an old cement foundation that was strangely shaped,in the middle of our floor.It was truly and eye sore,and an accident waiting to happen. I could see it being the cause of many trips and stubbed toes. I asked him if he was going to take it out,and he replied that it was solid cement and there to stay................and then out of the corner of my eye was my gift.Was it in a box tied with a bow?No it certainly wasn't,and if fact to anyone else it might not mean a thing,but to me it was priceless.There in the middle of cement some 33 yrs ago my father had put his name in cursive writing.I couldn't believe my eyes.His writing was clear and kinda fancy in my opinion.More of what you would expect from a women.My grandmother was a school teacher and had beautiful handwriting.Dad's looked a great deal like hers.I knew from that moment that what looked like an eye sore, would forever be in my basement,as I was only four years old when my father must of helped my grandfather install his furnace. I had to get right down and take a closer look at it.I took my index finger and went through ever letter,making strokes just like dad might of done.Somehow I felt as if I had been given a gift from Dad.As soon as everyone was out of the house I called my mom to tell her about my newest discovery, she cried as she too saw great meaning in this autograph.
This is why we scrapbook ladies,so that one day our loved ones will get an unexpected gift:)
I even took a picture of it.My Dad's real name was Quinton,but he went my his middle name Judson and then somehow that got shortened to Juddy.
See my unexpected gift.Isn't it great!Not everyone has one of these.
