Throughout history, greeting cards have played a big role on a person’s memories and special moments of life. A greeting card can touch emotions such as joy, pain, and love. ZeVin Creations wants “Making Gifts Within A Card” as an outlet to express how a greeting card has made a difference in your life. Our plan is to each month compile all the stories and post them on our site and reference some here on the “Making Gifts Within A Card” blog.
Father’s Day Card Memories:
When I look at these cards I am filled with thoughtful memories of my own youth and the most wonderful of times spent with my dad. He taught me how to hunt, fish, hike, camp and survive in the wide open spaces. He was and continue to be the man that I hope I am to my own children. Not only was and is he my inspiration he has been and always will be the canvas on whose drafts I will follow. If I have become half the man that my dad is it is because of his teachings and loving hands that has molded me into myself. Looking at these cards really does take me back to a yeaster year that was filled with joy and wonder which I see in my own children in the here and now. What a glorious legacy to pass along and to live every single day.
My father was a wonderful,generous,quiet man.We all loved him dearly and sending/giving cards to him ;especially on Father’s day was always a much detailed thing for me -choosing / making the best card;nothing was too good for him. My fondest memory was the Father’s day before he passed away.He was in a care facility and my son (who was 4) and myself both went card shopping and sent him the best we could find.My father never sent cards, this was a task for my mother. But a few days after Father’s day I received a card from him ,when I called later to talk to him I found out from a nurse that he had asked her to wheel him down to the gift shop and he picked out the card signed it and had her address it to me.I still have that card!It means the world to me.
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My father didn’t really get in my life until I was 15. It was years before I could even call him Dad. But in 1998, I spent Father’s Day with him, bought him card cake, etc. I called him Dad for the first time. He died a few days later. I wish I had put my anger aside sooner.