tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post7336783222949859049..comments2023-07-08T06:45:37.946-06:00Comments on Penrose Mornings: Blood Family Blog: Remembering FatherDwighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06174492647465668322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-41674929623938595642008-06-10T12:34:00.000-06:002008-06-10T12:34:00.000-06:00I remember the teasing with his brush full of lath...I remember the teasing with his brush full of lather, as well. And the smell - combine this with Old Spice and it smells like Dad. Happy memories!Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652616779595499610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-51438236039462988862008-06-10T09:37:00.000-06:002008-06-10T09:37:00.000-06:00Sometimes on Sunday Morning when there was more ti...Sometimes on Sunday Morning when there was more time to be playful, he would come after us with the brush full of lather and try to put a little on our chin. The mirror that hung in the kitchen was so small, he could only see part of his face at a time. I am so glad that you have this, Louise. Does the remaining soap still smell?Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288597968563641842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4114307744147144762.post-3091766538632634212008-06-10T09:08:00.000-06:002008-06-10T09:08:00.000-06:00And when we were short of money for Christmas, Mot...And when we were short of money for Christmas, Mother would suggest that one of us could buy him a soap refill for the soap dish.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14728351230605312730noreply@blogger.com