If you’ve peeked inside the pages of Easter Love Letters from God. you’ll have seen this:
These words won’t make sense to anyone who doesn’t know me well. But my family, my close friends, and my four brothers and three sisters know only too well who the ‘Secret Supper’ maker was…
Let me take you across the Atlantic Ocean, almost fifty years ago, to a red brick home in northern England, where I grew up with my seven siblings…
It is Winter. I am ten years old.
The nights are long and dark, but Dad knows just how to cheer me up.
Who’s ready for an SS? he asks.
We all cheer and a plate is produced with a quarter of a buttered Eccles Cake, a small piece of Kit Kat, half a Bourbon biscuit and a cup of Ovaltine. This is our Secret Supper, a treat reserved for nights when my siblings and I need cheering up.
When those nights get really long and dark, my dad upgrades our suppers to an SSS… a Special Secret Supper, or even our very favorite…an SSSS, a Super Special Secret Supper.
As I nibble at the edge of my biscuit, I am reminded what a Super Special dad I have.
And now, almost five decades later, I wonder how my dad managed to produce that little plate of cheer from empty cupboards.
And perhaps, as I was writing Easter Love Letters from God and searching for unique and evocative titles for each chapter, it’s only fitting that I should use a little of my dad’s creativity and use this title for the story of the last supper…
My dad will never know that I dedicated this book to him. He died before it was published. He’ll never read the story of The Secret Supper, but I can see him smiling at the title, and encouraging me to be the best writer I can be.
His legacy lives on.
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your dad looks like a very kind man, Glenys!
The kindest…
You made me cry, Glenys.
Oh, Mel…
Just when you think the grief has subsided…
I know Pam…just seeing his smile…
Another beautiful story of your loving, giving, caring dad 🙂 I know you all must miss him so. Blessings and hugs.
Thank you Anita. ❤
What a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing with us, Glenys.
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That is so very touching. I love it! When I wrote The Face At Mount Rushmore, I dedicated it to my parents who in 1966 loaded 7 kids and luggage into a station wagon and headed west. I think Mount Rushmore was the first national park I ever visited so dedicated that book to my parents. My dad was able to see the book and hear some of the story read to him shortly before he died in 2013. Dads take pleasure when they see their children do well. Keep writing and keep making the Bible come alive to kids. So very happy for you.
I’m so glad your dad got to see and hear some of your book Mary!
Oh Glenys, this is so lovely it made me cry. My mum used to make me a secret supper too, and it was the best part of the day. How wonderful that you can incorporate that into your writing. Fabulous.
Oh, Rachael… see how his legacy lives on! And I bet you’ll be making an SS one day for your little ones too xxx
It’s amazing how fathers are to their kids. A wonderful story and a great way to share his legacy.
I know! Thank you so much. ❤