Story Telling Sunday

I was born during WW2 and my daddy was away serving in the army, I remember one time when he was home on leave he could perform magic, He showed me a little soldier and then placed it in his right pocket, and then it jumped from the right to the left for he drew it out and showed me again. (years later he told me that there were two soldiers and one of them had an arm missing but I did not notice that at all at the time) He also did lots of card tricks which I found fascinating.
My Dad was such a brilliant person for making homework interesting, showing me much easier ways of learning than any of my teachers ever did. Sums (as we used to call the) were especially fun, he pointed out how numbers reacted together. How to add up quickly, Instead of boring numbers he substituted them for things I liked such as beads or sweets.

He loved collecting stamps and would quite happily show me his collection, how the same stamp could be quite a different shade because of the different batches of dyes used. He also loved photography and had his own dark room.
I know that my love of colour and probably of taking photos has come from his enthusiasm and encouragement.
I know that I was so lucky to have such a loving father who always had time for me and infinite patience

This is part of the Blog hop that Sian from High in the Sky hosts so why not pop over to her place and see who else has posted a story