Amazing how life is. Our first 15 years forms us with habits, customs and attitudes that are very hard to change. The first part of my dad and mom’s lives was on a farm. Later dad became a preacher, but he was a farmer until he died. Once a farmer always……….
Everywhere we lived, if there was a spot to plant a garden we had one. If dad could find a place to raise a hog, we had ham and pork all year long.
In our home most of the meals came from the garden or jars mama had canned. The meat was from chickens mama had raised or Pork that dad had raised,
In my entire life I never saw a steak other than ‘cubed’ steak with gravy in mama and dad’s home. Even after he could afford it, I am not sure if dad ever ate a ‘T-bone’ steak. But mama’s biscuits, steak and gravy would thrill your pallet.
Mama and daddy never passed on any of their ‘farm knowledge or talents’ to their kids. I am sure they knew we would never be farmers.
BUT what they passed on was a desire to ‘help their fellow man.’ My parents were the ‘givingest’ people I ever knew. They at times gave ‘our’ clothes to the needy and explained why. Now as a boy that made little difference. If I had overalls, I didn’t want nor need anything else, but sisters are different… Clothes were never taken to be given away without a promise of mama making something to replace it for the girls.
My parents raised some givers. Everyone of the kids did well and still helped others. Age has slowed Sherry ad I down some, but today we will tackle a job for a ‘new widow,’ JoAnn. We will replace a backdoor and storm door. I am going to play the part of Carpenter, and Sherry will be my helper. At one time I could do this by myself, but they make doors heavier now-a-days! LOL
My mentor said, “When you can hang a good door and cut stairs, I will say you are a carpenter.” Today I hope we hang a good door.
PS: The Oxymoron for today: