Don’t let the picture fool you–this moth was HUGE!
My father liked to take his children with him when he had an errand. Our company was his pleasure.
Oh, how those memories touch me to the heart! Here’s just one of them.
Daddy parked on Main Street and went into Perry’s Store to buy something, while I waited in the car because he was only going to be a minute.
While I waited, the world’s biggest moth, I mean as big as your two hands put together, landed on the hood, right in front of me. Before I could collect my wits, it flew away; probably the car was too hot.
I can’t remember how I told my father what I’d seen. I think I might’ve been speechless.
I miss those days of go8mg somewhere with my dad.
I miss those days too. My dad and I usually drove into town on Sunday morning, while his barber shop was closed. (gas was 16 cents a gallon then), we would pick up the Sunday newspaper with the big comic section I loved, and get an ice cream and drive around the square, then home to read the funnies.l
Sounds good to me!
Those were the days.