As I was thinking of Fathers' Day, I recalled thinking some years ago that I didn't really know my daddy as well as I did my mother. He worked shift work at the "plant"- Johns Manville of asbestos fame for most of my childhood - a week of each. I can't think of trying to live as though you had severe jet lag at all times. I remember him saying that 3-11 was the hardest shift because it didn't overlap with anyone else's schedule. Home after the family was in bed, sleeping when the children got on the school bus at 6:30. Eventually he got on days. Other than that, I never heard him complain about his job. He really didn't have the luxury of thinking much about whether he enjoyed his work. He was just glad to be able to provide for his family. Both he and mother were determined that Bubba and I would go to college, and they worked hard to see that we got to go. He was so proud that we both graduated and that Bubba became a lawyer.
Daddy didn't talk much, but he loved us and never left the house without kissing Mother. He read his Sunday School lesson, daily devotional and the newspaper, worked a large garden and hunted and fished and went to Grants Store. That's where the biggest fish were caught. I think he liked to hunt, and it put meat on the table, but the man loved to fish. I didn't, mostly because talking was discouraged. After Del started hanging around, I started sending him. He was a deacon in High Hills Baptist Church, and occasionally was called on to pray, but I never thought he felt comfortable doing that in front of others.
Daddy died at age 64, my age now, while Del ws in Vietnam and David was having his heart problems. I was 23 and had been away most of the time since I married at 21, so I really never got to relate to him much as an adult, but I did finally get him to stop calling me the baby.
Del's dad, another good man, was also devoted to his family, and that included me after I married into it. I don't know how I would have gotten through the year when Daddy and David were so sick without him and Mrs. Williams. He stopped by the apartment on the way to work every morning, usually bringing milk or bread or something I might need.
And if I do say so, both those good men would be proud of the way the next generations have and are turning out.
Moving on - I forgot to note that the museum in Vilnius had a humongus bellows, about as long as Rosa is tall that was last used in the 1800's that still smelled of smoke. It was hard to believe, but I asked the rest of the crew if they smelled anything, and they all said the same thing.
We walked down to Aneka's square today to see what was going on - not much, and Del went to Iki, but other than that we had a quiet day. He caught up a little on his part time gig, and I mostly read. They have been offering books I read as a girl on the free list - Eight Cousins, Five Little Peppers, Railway Children, Bobsey Twins, etc. I loved those, and I loved rereading Eight Cousins today. I know the attitudes and so forth were out of date even when I was a kid, but that doesn't seem to keep me from enjoying them still.
A bit of housekeeping. It seems the comments are not, and have not been working for a long time, and I can't fix it. So, if you want to tell me anything at all, email me at Williams.BMR@gmail.com.
Daddy didn't talk much, but he loved us and never left the house without kissing Mother. He read his Sunday School lesson, daily devotional and the newspaper, worked a large garden and hunted and fished and went to Grants Store. That's where the biggest fish were caught. I think he liked to hunt, and it put meat on the table, but the man loved to fish. I didn't, mostly because talking was discouraged. After Del started hanging around, I started sending him. He was a deacon in High Hills Baptist Church, and occasionally was called on to pray, but I never thought he felt comfortable doing that in front of others.
Daddy died at age 64, my age now, while Del ws in Vietnam and David was having his heart problems. I was 23 and had been away most of the time since I married at 21, so I really never got to relate to him much as an adult, but I did finally get him to stop calling me the baby.
Del's dad, another good man, was also devoted to his family, and that included me after I married into it. I don't know how I would have gotten through the year when Daddy and David were so sick without him and Mrs. Williams. He stopped by the apartment on the way to work every morning, usually bringing milk or bread or something I might need.
And if I do say so, both those good men would be proud of the way the next generations have and are turning out.
Moving on - I forgot to note that the museum in Vilnius had a humongus bellows, about as long as Rosa is tall that was last used in the 1800's that still smelled of smoke. It was hard to believe, but I asked the rest of the crew if they smelled anything, and they all said the same thing.
We walked down to Aneka's square today to see what was going on - not much, and Del went to Iki, but other than that we had a quiet day. He caught up a little on his part time gig, and I mostly read. They have been offering books I read as a girl on the free list - Eight Cousins, Five Little Peppers, Railway Children, Bobsey Twins, etc. I loved those, and I loved rereading Eight Cousins today. I know the attitudes and so forth were out of date even when I was a kid, but that doesn't seem to keep me from enjoying them still.
A bit of housekeeping. It seems the comments are not, and have not been working for a long time, and I can't fix it. So, if you want to tell me anything at all, email me at Williams.BMR@gmail.com.
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