Earlier today I googled my name to find an old article I had written. A link to this blog came up with the title “Swimsuit Blogs.” Someone is going to be terribly disappointed!
A customer called from Boston today begging for the Luna Luna Versailles dress in size 6 months.
I explained that I don’t usually carry that size but I would be happy to special order it for her. “Why don’t you carry more baby sizes? ” she pressed.
“Well honestly, they don’t sell.”
“You need to move to Boston! You should see how much we spend on our babies and there are no stores here. Seriously, move to Boston.”
“I’d love to.” I told her. “My dad grew up outside of Boston in a little town called Sharon.”
“But that’s where I’m from!” And before I knew it we were talking about the lake and the schools and the old houses.
My dad moved from Sharon when he was 14. He left his childhood there. After Sharon his family spent several years moving from place to place. He went to 5 different high schools and being the new kid with a funny accent he had to fight off bullies in every one. He worked a full time job from age 15 on.
Twenty-five years later my dad visited Sharon on a business trip. He had been a paperboy and said he could remember which papers he delivered to each house on his route(paperboys delivered up to a dozen different publications in those days). He stopped in front of his childhood home and was completely overwhelmed. He started to cry and then to sob. He was there for hours when the homeowners came out to check on him. My dad is as harmless as a lamb and sensing this they invited him in and gave him a tour of the newly remodeled house. He walked through the rooms and around the yard and pointed out where the back porch had been torn from the house in a storm.
It was after dark when my dad finally drove back to his hotel.