Sunday, June 17, 2012


 I was 15 and it was my first full time job, babysitting the neighbors kids.  Theirs was about 3 houses up the street from where we lived, but the houses were spaced pretty far  apart.  

When 11:30 PM rolled around, 
the little town of Eckhart was fast asleep... 


  ...Well, all except for the ghosts and goblins and resurrected bodies pulling clanging chains that followed me  while I dashed down Cemetery Road with haste 
to get home safely.  

One night I came out from my 8 hour shift, ready to beat the devil home, when I 'just happened' to run into Dad, who 'just happened' to be walking our German Shepherd, and he escorted me home.  

No ghosts or goblins were there that night and all I felt was calm and safe while we walked home and talked 
about our night.  

Dad must have sensed my pre-midnight fears of walking home alone, because he began showing up more and more at that exact same time.  

My gentle, quiet, hard working dad didn't need to say a word.  He didn't have to say he loved me.  

I already knew.



  1. Awwww, I love this last picture!!! Your dad worried and did not want you walking home alone in the dark, because we both know that, sadly, there really are goblins out there looking for pretty young ladies.

  2. You are so pretty, Bobbi, as a teenager and now as a woman. I can see why your Daddy wanted to escort you home. Dad's are protective that way.

  3. Hi Bobbi, What a sweet remerberance of your dad watching out for you. I too miss my dad very much even though he has been gone 21 yrs. There is nothing like a father's protective love.
    Hugs, Noreen

  4. Such a sweet gesture on your father's part to calm your fears. A wonderful story, a great memory. i'm sure you're missing him, indeed. Take care.

  5. Thank you for sharing such a sweet memory about your dad.

  6. That is a precious memory! Dads who love and protect their daughters are jewels indeed. Not everyone has one like that.

  7. What a sweet memory, Bobbi. You were blessed to have a daddy like that.

    I grew up in a pretty dysfunctional home (alcoholic dad) until my early teens, but as chaotic as those early childhood years were, I have distinct memories of my dad's love for me, and I wouldn't trade for them. :-)

  8. You were fortunate to have such an understanding father. I miss mine still and usually were like two peas... usually.


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