The first girl I liked, Betty, up in Valdese, never knew it. In my teens my first girlfriend that 'knew' I liked her, was Margaret Woods. We went steady. Her dad, Theodore Woods worked in the Climax Cotton Mill. He had moved from the mountains to Belmont for work. He always owned a 2 ton flatbed truck. On weekends he hired out to move folk. He took Harold his son, and a couple mill hill boys for work on Saturdays when he wasn't working in the Mill.
More than once after a full day’s work, the one moved would ask, "Theodore, what do I owe you?" His words were always the same no matter how many time he had been burned, "Well sir, I gotta pay these boys and put gas in the truck, whatever you think is fair."
More than once he was handed a $5 bill, Or heard, ‘I will see you after my next check.’ He always said, "Thank you sir, and God Bless you!"
I never once heard him complain.
Margaret and I broke up. She started dating Buddy. I started dating Sherry. I joined the Marines, Buddy's daddy moved the family to Mississippi (His dad was a preacher like my dad.). Theodore moved his family to Detroit and we lost track.
Theodore's son Harold, a local good guy and sports star, went on to play in the Majors. A couple years ago he was inducted into the Belmont Hall of Fame. I had a chance to talk to Harold and mentioned the moving truck. He said yeah, dad's little book of jobs is one of their treasures, 'Dad never complained about those unpaid moving jobs.’
Theodore and Liza raised a good family, and were honest folk.
There are many folk in this world unheralded for their generosity, but I believe they rest in peace!
Theodore's family car was the Jeep wagon. He treated the Jeep with care. He was proud of that dude!