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The Good Old Days And Home.
The Good Old Days and home.
So much work to do. I enjoy it when I feel well. I helped Joann around the house yesterday before I went outside to burn trash.
I always work hard, even when I am not feeling well. Yesterday I burned a lot of old plywood , and boards from our old gift shop.
The shop had a large air conditioner. Years ago I gave it to a young couple that had a baby. One day I happened to be driving through town , and I caught sight of a porch with a baby in a play pen. I decided to walk over to look, and it turned out I knew the residents that lived there. It was very hot that day, nearly a hundred degrees. I recognized the mother of the baby.
I knew the father as a friend, and met him as well. I stopped to visit the young man I once knew when I was a police officer. The young family had a broken air conditioner. It was summer, and extremely hot. I asked him if he would like to have my two hundred, and twenty volt air conditioner from our gift shop, and he said he would take it.
Together, the young man, and I pulled the large air conditioner out of our gift shop wall. It needed more freon. Once freon was put in it the air conditioner it began blasting cold air.
We loaded the air conditioner into my car trunk, and drove back to his house.
We installed it , and the baby was moved into the house from the porch. They tried to keep their baby cool , but it was so hot.
I painted a sign that took two weeks to help a mechanic acquire more business. His family had no food . We gave them some of our food, and I painted a sign for him.
The mechanic's business improved. He did well in his work shop. All he needed was advertisement so I used large letters. I am a free hand artist . I created a sign that could be seen a mile away from his shop .
My entire family has lived in our town one hundred and twenty five years. I do not get out our house much to socialize. I rarely take time to visit anyone . When I see people I talk to them if I know them.
My father in law was a good automobile mechanic . You could blind fold him, and he could build a transmission
He lived to work on cars. He rarely went to sleep in a bed. He wore greasy dirty work clothes. Wherever he sat down, that was where he would fall to sleep. He worked around the clock all the time.
The man would have been wealthy if he would have charged everyone for mechanic work . If you're car was broken by the side of a road, he would stop to help you. He would tow it in with his beat up old truck. and work on cars until they were repaired. If it took one hour or twelve hours to fix a car, he would do it.
He would fix you're car, and if you handed him money he would throw it right back at you.
He could fix any car. If you had a jaguar worth he could fix it. If you had a car worth only two cents he could fix it , and give it value again.
He died with a lot of respect from a lot of people. He was a good man.
Joann is cooking hot dogs with chili. I am hungry again. I may put some bread on a plate, toss some hot dogs on it with chili, and have some lunch.