Friday, January 11, 2019

People determined to have a home

******** Automobile’s of Art:
 This the 1946 Ford, one of the first cars after the great war.

There are times that thoughts just keep on coming.  World War II had ended. My brothers and their kin returned to Shelby, NC. They wanted homes. My Oldest Brother Odis, located cheap land on a 2 rut road at $1 a foot, 150ft deep. Odis bought 100’ at the end of the road. Then Jr’s BIL Ray Bost, bought beside him. Dick and Kat (my sister) bought just up the road. Brother Jr. was ½ mile away. My daddy even bought but built later.

Loved the comments on the hammer.  Woody’s comment brought this to mind. His dad and mama built their home in the woods of New York. I thought of Bill and Dar (use the whole hammer) who built in the North woods of Wisconsin.  All with a pioneer soul to own their home. (Myra would have been the cabinet maker, using a high heel to drive nails!)

I was a blessed kid. Kat and Ruth kept me a lot and I got to be there as the trees were dropped by these ex sailors and soldiers. They had seen more dying and wounded than one should see. Now home, they agreed together to help each other. Every hour they weren’t working in the mill they build houses. They used whole trees for floor joists at Odis’s suggestion. While the other trees were at the saw mill they started the floors. Using an Adz they flattened the topside of logs.

Ray & Theede had a boy and girl about my age(5-7) and we had a ball. We loved Friday nights, the men worked until they could not see by car lights then we sorta camped out with the women cooking. Then everyone would listen to the battery radio until folks started falling asleep. They built those houses from rough green lumber. They were beautiful.

Three of those homes are still standing. There are stories here. Years later a 4 lane highway crossed the dirt road between Ray and Dick. Brother Junior sold his home and bought Dad and Dick’s houses bordering the new road. He & Mozelle (wife) opened a business on the highway and by working long hours were very successful becoming our family’s millionaire...... basically from $100 building lots..
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Susan Kane said...

What an adventure for your family! It is impressive to think your and yours did all that!

Rick Watson said...

I love this story about your family. My mom and dad had a company build a shell home and I helped him finish it.
I love the smell of fresh cut pine.

betty said...

Maybe that is where you got your desire to build a house (or several) on your own. Great memories and what an experience you had!


I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

What wonderful memories of life after the war. Having family living close is a wonderful thing. Courage and determination seems to run in your family. You come from a long line of good people. Memories like that are priceless.

Dar said...

"MA" is so right~~~priceless memories. I was a little more than a toddler when my folks dug a hole next to the existing one bdrm house. It became the basement to what is still standing. Eventually the house became a make-shift
three bdrm for a family of 7 kids, two more to follow after a beautiful fireplace, living room, kitchen, mudroom and bath were added. Dad and his brother, a couple mill friends, did all that after a full days work at the paper mill. It's amazing what determined people can accomplish out of sheer determination. You would have gotten along with Dad so well., both of you loving to create life out of a board. Keep on sharing your story of priceless memories. Thanks for the nod.
loven'hugs from up north where we are seeing a break in the weather as we are in for a week of warmth in the upper 20's. YES

Mevely317 said...

WOW! Again, I asked Tom to read this. After he quit chuckling at the thought of me hanging cabinets he asked, "Do you know what an adz is?" (Of course not.) Thank you for giving him an opportunity to show off. (LOLOLOL)

Glenda said...

You sure had some wonderful role models; would imagine they'd be proud of your construction abilities. Times changed, but ingenuity seems to be a family trait!

NanaDiana said...

I absolutely LOVE these family stories, Jack. I am a few years younger than you but have many memories of family bonding together and helping each other with their homes and interacting daily in each others lives. Younger generations have missed so much in so many ways. That being said, I wouldn't give up my internet and computer that the later generations brought with them.

Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs- Diana