Childhood Memories: My Dad - When I think back to my childhood memories of my father, I remember most his thirst for learning, his reverence for books and the written word, and the way that he shared and transmitted his commitment to knowledge. I picture my father sitting at the head of the dinner table, my mother always seated to his right. Joining us would be companions from many walks of life, scholars, diplomats, artists, students. My father would lead the discourse on a topic of interest, often with historical and cultural roots