WE have enjoyed life…..

A few heartaches of course, I was the youngest living of a family of 7 kids. I had a brother and sister die in their youth.

Today I have a sweet sister Shirl, still around, to keep me straight 

Sherry the youngest of 7 siblings, has two brothers (Vernon & Johnny) to keep straight.

(Johnny (the youngest), Sherry and Vernon (the older)

 

Like others we have seen death up close for loved ones. We thank God daily that we still have each other. Too many our age do not have a partner living. We are in our mid 70’s now and honestly cannot believe it.  I know it did not happen over night, but it seems like it.

My sweetheart Still to this day gives me some great kisses and smooches EVERY DAY! I tuck her in every night and take time to enjoy HER, and some sweet kisses. We’re going thru a tough time in the family, and have spoken a little short to each other during the day, but we iron it all out before sleeping time. Thank goodness that happens on an average of LESS than once a year. I feel like crap after I say something that hurts my sweetheart.

My hearing problem also brings on some misunderstandings. Sometimes I think it would be better to be completely deaf, but down inside I know better.

I got off track, now back…

After Mama’s death Sherry worked for Army recruiting as a clerk/ secretary. That is not the correct title but it was moving paperwork, keeping track of phone records and miscellaneous stuff related to recruiting.

I started building for the fun of it. I liked to work by myself. I planted gardens at houses I was building in the spring. I sold a few houses with vegetables in the gardens.

When son Mark came to work for me he wanted to build more than one or two houses a year so we increased our output. He and I still did most of the work. Building, and especially carpentry, was what I realized made me feel good and drew me to work every day like a magnet.

I have broken unwritten rules for builders. One of which is:

NEVER BUILD FOR FAMILY!

I have built for both sisters and one brother. And I have worked for most of the family, and we still get a long, or did until some of them passed. One of the largest houses I have built was for my brother. Junior was the wealthiest of our family, and he and his wife EARNED every penny. They worked 348 days every year, until they retired at 67. On his death bed, he smiled and said, “I know I cheated you, on our house.”

“Hey Jun, I made $10 an hour on that house, only a fool would complain about that.”

After they took possession of the house, He signed over his cargo van to me as a bonus, it was pretty new also. The house sold for 3 times what we built it for, after his death. I was proud of the house.(I cannot find the finished print)

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I guess I will still talk about the family.

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