Papa Hisure

Historical photo:

(Papa Hisure getting snacks for a long haul from Charlotte, NC to NYC and back, note the truckers hat. During his lifetime truckers had a uniform.)

Papa hisure
Ideas for blog entries come from many sources. Many times from other bloggers. This one came from Rick over at Life 101. He does a column for a newspaper, he just published one about tools.

Some people can shop for clothes for hours, browsing and checking out the latest in the clothing stores. The funny thing is the tool section of any store draws me. There I allow my mind to wander.

Rick mentioned something this past spring that we older folk seldom hear anymore. He said, “Time to oil the wooden handles.” Most folk never heard of it, but older members of blue collar trades spent time preserving tools. There are many tools up to a hundred years old, just as good as when they were purchased.

Okay I wrote all of the above to tell about Uncle Hisure. A retired truck driver he took up babysitting. He was as patient and caring as anyone could be. He was also a teacher. My grandsons Matt and Luke had the pleasure of ‘playing’ with Papa Hisure.

Little Matt was hanging with me one day and wanted to oil his trike wheels. So we went to work. I watched as he did it right. When we were through. He looked up at me and asked, “Now where do we put the tools?” It took me a minute, trying wrap my mind around a 5 year old saying that. He could tell that, so he explained to me, “Papa Hisure says the job isn’t finished until the tools are cleaned and put up.”

At that moment I was so proud of Uncle Hisure. What a teacher and ‘baby sitter’.  It wasn’t long, Matt out grew a ‘baby sitter’ and it was Luke’s turn. Sadly Hisure passed away during Luke’s time. Aunt Aggie was Hisure’s wife. At the grave yard there was a military funeral. Hisure had been in the USN in WWII. As we were leaving Luke looked up at us and asked, “Does this mean I will play with Aggie now?”

Hisure had not been a ‘baby sitter’ but a playmate, friend and teacher. I am so glad my grandsons had a chance to get to know my Uncle Hisure  (Papa Hisure).

Now, about this wonderfully made body of ours:
Everyone has a unique smell, except for identical twins, who smell the same.


I learned something…..

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PS: I built a Lrge double Garage for Uncle Hisure. His son Dewey paid for most of it. He said, "Daddy needs a place to piddle."  I added, "And a place to teach kids!"

 Akers Motor Lines was Hisure's home for many years. Over a million miles and never a ticket. That is a record for a truck driver.  He drove for other trucking lines including Carolina Freight.