My father's 87th birthday is Monday.
His sister Jean sent him this pair of socks made by my grandmother who passed away in 1983.
I'm not sure how my aunt stored them, but they are so soft and colourful they seem fresh off my grandmother's knitting needles.
The doctor didn't prescribe 'one pair of socks knit by your mom' but she should have.
They worked!
He's a happy camper today.
What a great present!
2 comments:
Nice story. Nice socks, too.
Thanks, Doug. He'd been complaining about his feet for days before the socks arrived. Strange but wonderful.
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