Monday, June 12, 2006

Aunt Thelma missing in this one

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Galla Creek said...

My Daddy was working at the feed mill when this was taken. I may have already been gone to college. I left in 1968. Every summer I worked so if it were earlier I was probably off earning money so I would have clothes to wear to school. Patsy quit school when she only had one dress to wear.

My Daddy had guts. Do you see how dusty and dirty he is. He was a hard worker. He could walk a beam
high in the air and fix things. he was not afraid of anything. he could hold electric wires and just let it shock him and keep going.

he was not a good mechanic. he was not very good at keeping the car or truck running. he had his best luck when he got an old datsun pick up. He drove the rest of his life and it jsut kept going.

Daddy had a nervous breakdown in the early 60s and you probably never knew it. I came home from school and he was sitting in a green chair, rocking and coughing
and spitting in a big ash bucketand crying like a baby that
could not stop..He was broke in more ways than one.
Our brother Richard came and got Daddy and took him to Fayetteville to the Veterans' Hosp.

Fleta and I milked the cows like we were grown. It took both of us to pick up the milk cans to put them in the cooler. Clayton drove a school bus for more income. We clung together and helped and lived.

Daddy came home after a few weeks...a much softer man. He was gentle after that. I guess he met his deamons and defeated them.

You do not know how the Sisters loved their Father....no one could know unless they felt it.

I was blessed by God to have him and to live to learn the lessons he taught me about love and life.
I am glad we were so very poor or
I would not be who I am today!

Sister--Helen said...

I remember this well. It was a saturday afternoon. Daddy only worked till noon on Satursays at the mill. Fleta were you still working at Tyson's or at KC by then. Even Debby and mama were there.