Vehicles of importance:
Marion County, Ohio, A 1932 Classic Hearse
My mental makeup prefers a shirt pocket. Is it from back when I
was a smoker? Maybe. But all my time in
the military most of us carried the cigarettes in our sock top, just above the
ankle. You weren’t allowed to carry anything in your 2 uniform shirt pockets..
I just learned that a friend was bit by a cat and it began to
swell. She thought it was her arthritis. BUT she was told by doctor "That is
dangerous, get to the emergency room."
She said after all day there, she was sent to another hospital.
There a Dr. Operated taking some tissue out telling her, “If you had waited
you could have lost the hand. OUCH.
There was a time that nick names were common. Most of us thought
nothing about it. It was not being nasty nor prejudiced, it was just the time.
I had friends called ‘Red Eye’, Mud Puddle, Crip, Squirrel, Taco, Stump and
Fat. Fat Myers was the Funeral Director here in Belmont.
Shirley’s favorite Fat Myers story came from a snow day in NC
when he drove her to work in the hearse. She asked him if she could 'exit' the back when they reached her office. A hearse pulling up to the front of the big office
building caused a stir. People watched from the street, sidewalk and windows
as Fat strode to the rear and looking official, opened the back and helped
Shirley out. They both got a kick out of that.
Dad’s Fat Story was good too. The funeral home was across from the
Parsonage and the East End Drug store was a block away. Dad stopped at
the drug store and when he came out his car was gone. Back then people left the
keys in their car.
He looked around and finally went in and called the police. While
dad was meeting with the police Fat walked up. He asked Officer Claude Setzer
what was the problem.
“The preacher’s car has been stolen.”
Fat looking serious said, “I think the Reverend is mistaken, his car is in his driveway.”
Fat had driven dad’s car to the parsonage and walked back.
Fat: He had a nice brick
home built, he died the day they were to move in.
He spent one night in the new house in his casket.
He was well liked and missed.
PS: I bought, remodeled and sold Fat’s home much later. (It had an Island Kitchen!). Hind sight is great, we shoulda kept it. LOL