Dear Anna, I'm glad that you're enjoying my tales about Daddy's trip to Europe. But even more than that I'm glad that you mentioned that all of you called your father Daddy. Frankly, I've always been a bit embarrassed when I refer to my father as Daddy. I know that it's a childhood knick name. Nonetheless, I was barely out of my teens and living away from home when I lost any closeness that I may have ever had with him. He died in 1958 when I was 26. Daddy and I never really had an adult conversation together to the point that I could call him such a grown up name as Dad. And for that matter, on his death bed, he deliberately called me Stinky just to get a rise out of me! It was a name he had given to me probably when I was very, very little. Therefore, he has always been Daddy to me. I'm certain that I never called him by any other name. vee ----- Original Message ----- From: "Anna/Del Bristol" <[email protected]> To: "Vee L. Housman" <[email protected]>; <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, February 01, 2004 11:29 PM Subject: Re: [FOLKS] Father's 1938 trip to Europe Pt 2 > What a vicarious pleasure I am taking as you peek into the past via your > dad's trunk. This is so entertaining. > > I noticed that you also called your father, Daddy. We did that also and had > that carved into his headstone, he was always Daddy, no matter how old we > were.