Today is the anniversary of my father’s death. He died in 1968 on Christmas Eve when I was age 21. He had artistic and engineering talent and used these skills in his work in the textile mills in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. Dad designed the silk fabrics that were sent to New York and used to make men’s ties. He loved Christmas and expressed this in some meaningful creation every year. Once we had a full size manger scene on the front lawn. Another year a Santa, sleigh, and reindeer that covered the side of the house. The picture below is the Christmas card Dad created when I was an infant.
