Sometimes we amaze even ourselves

Sunday is Father's Day (every day is father's day we are told).  Seriously, one of our regulars popped in yesterday right about closing and he had a lot to say on the subject let me tell you.  His center of observation was that Father's Day came about as a result of Mother's Day and was the work of those with an interest in selling gifts suitable for fathers.  We always thought that both were the dream child of the greeting card companies but they seem Johnny-come-latelies to the game and it was the tie, pipe, fishing pool types who were the early supporters.  Mom gets her flowers, a bottle of wine for a special dinner, and oodles of choices.  Dad gets a new tie. Hmmm.  Commercialism is the father of all ideas.

Not so actually. There appears to be on altruistic person in the midst of this; one Sonora Dodd who lead the movement.  We looked it up.  But some things our friend observed rang true and we, in our store, notice the changes over time and particularly over our lifetime.

Our friend noted that in his earlier days it was inconceivable that someone would buy Dad a bottle of wine for Father's Day.  He noted that in his lifetime he doubted that he ever saw his dad drink a glass of wine with dinner except at Thanksgiving and then it was Mogen David.  Now there are plenty of people bustling in to bring some of dad's favorite wine over to visit on Sunday or if his taste is to heartier spirits, what used to be years back a fairly small variety of really good spirits is now a smorgasbord of interesting tastes and not so much for drinking a strong drink but to taste a good taste and purchases for Dad are viewed that way.

Thanks Sonora. (excuse the play on your name)