These candles ....

A story, a sweet memory.

I remember these candles since I have been a little girl. They are one of the sweetest memories planted in my head. They are literally over fifty years old maybe older. Every year in this season they came out. As they got older my dad would repair them with new wire and duck tape (he loved duck tape, it was the fixer of all things). Fast forward ... As my dad was getting older in years I was the one who would go trim his tree, and put up his outside Christmas lights (also over fifty years and ducked taped) around his door and these candles. I loved having my certain alone times with my dad like these and I owned this one, the spoiled oldest child I am. Selfish when it came to these special moments with him. Towards the end as theses candles were getting really old I remember saying to him "dad don't ever get rid of these candles, I love them! What if someone buys you new candles (because it would be something my one sister Donna Schuster Binder would do) and he said I would throw the new ones out. When he passed these two candles were the two things I wanted the most of his possession. I love these candles, I miss my dad soooo much. Now I love looking out my bedroom window and kitchen window seeing theses candles ducked taped and all in my yard by the shed that hold such precious memories of a father who loved this time of year just like his daughter <3