Thursday 10/30 There is a Difference

Picture of the day

               I borrowed this from Mr. Millican's collection.

I just got it and realized Fat's real name was J. Aldrich Myers. This is to point out that Fat's name was real. He was a little overweight, but the name stuck until he died.  Many a good story about Fat.

BUT for now:

I know you get tired of an old man’s memories, but that is about all I have. LOL

I was raised when no one locked their doors, car or home. I just thought of something the other day and told my son. Most folks, if they had life insurance it was like a $500 policy to pay for their burial. The weekly premium was usually 25¢ per policy. At least 2 family members were covered. There was an envelope hanging on the wall, behind the front door, it contained a payment card and ¢¢ to pay the premium each week on collection day.

Sometimes the ins. Man would knock and open the door and collect the change and note the payment. Other times, especially in the summer, the front door was open, just the screen door closed. He would open the screen, step inside and do his work and leave. At times not a word was said.

Most of those policies were not held long enough to be paid off or used. HOWEVER we still have two in our ins folder for our sons, $500; each fully paid off, for many years.  The insurance company no longer exists, but the law forces other ins companies to honor a claim.  BAD thing is, those policies cannot be cashed in, nor do they gain interest or value.  Neither of our sons carry insurance, but both have enough put back to cover burial (At least that is what I hear and think. LOL)  For danged sure nowadays $500 is not enough to cremate one’s body, much less bury someone.

Quick story: Keys were left in cars with NO FEAR of theft. My dad went into the drugstore in our small town. He came out and his car was GONE! He went back inside and called the police. Claude Setzer (a policeman and member of dad’s church) came out to investigate. During the discussion the Local Funeral director (A good friend of dad's) Fat Myers walked up and asked what's the problem.

“The Preacher’s car has been stolen!”

“I think the Preacher is mistaken, probably having a memory loss, his car is in his driveway, I just saw it!”

True dat!  Mr. Myers was known all over the county as Fat. Fat had driven dad’s car to the parsonage and went back to see the results.  Many a laugh over town, even Dad finally laughed! Small towns were a lot of fun.

Nite Shipslog

PS. 

WE are doing fine down this way now, just hoping that mean hurricane doesn’t decide to visit us here.

Love from FL (More on ins tomorrow)