They say you can do anything with a computer these days, if you only know how. My husband, Ian, did something for me a few months ago, that I will treasure always. He took an old black & white photo of my dad taken around 1949, when he was 28… and a colour photo of me in 1980, when I was 27… and put them together as one photograph. He colourized Daddy and the background to make it look as if we belong together. Amateur that he is, I think he did a wonderful job.
This picture would be a treasure under any circumstances, I am sure, but it is a special treasure for me. You see, Daddy died of leukemia in August 1960, when he was not yet 39 and I was seven. Even though my mother married a good man a year after my father’s death, I missed my Daddy. I don’t know if anyone knew how much I missed him. My mom knew there was a reason for my reverting to my preschool habit of sucking my thumb again, and clinging to it tenaciously, resisting her every effort to help me to stop. But I wonder if she ever knew the extent of my imaginative play during the next year or two.