Remem-bering the past – and knowing our future might be a result of that past – is a wonderful way to spend those hours when you have nothing else to do.
When I write about my parents and grandparents, I do it from deep within my heart. I remember the little things, like Mom making bunches of flowers using crepe paper and a pair of scissors, and Dad trying to get some rest after working a double at the mill.
Dad very seldom slept more than a few hours because there was always something needing fixed and he was the only one who knew how to do it. When he had the time, he showed us how to do those things. But we didn’t learn too fast, and he had to finish up after he got home. Mom was always finding something to do, like cleaning house, ironing the clothes and talking to her friends over the picket fence.
In time, we kids learned how to keep the house clean and the outside chores, such as bringing in the coal and wood for the cooking and heating stoves. And there were always ashes to clean out of the bottom of those two stoves so that the fire could breathe better and keep the warm heat going.
We had lots of time left after homework was finished, and we used that time listening to the radio and our favorite shows. We would sit around the radio and look right at it like we were actually seeing what was going on. The Friday night fights were a favorite for Dad, and we boys listened to “The Lone Ranger,” “The Great Gildersleve,” “The Green Hornet” and Arthur Godfrey, among other great shows. On the floor, with Dad sitting right by the radio, we enjoyed the togetherness that all families should have.