Just A Diggin
Once we arrived in Van Vleck, Texas, there was work to be done. Our trailer house would not get delivered for a few weeks, but that gave us time to get everything set up for its arrival. Frank and his Dad were working shift work and digging the septic lines in the evenings. Frank’s Mom was working as an accountant, and Frank’s little sister, Cindy, was attending a Daycare preschool in Bay City, Texas, where her Mom worked. Scotty and I were holding down the fort, cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, and being there on the lookout for when Jackson Electric and the Well Company...
Read MorePorches & Asp Sting
The trailer house was ready to go, but Frank and I realized that it needed airing out with all of the windows and doors open. A make-your-eyes-water preservative, if I remember right formaldehyde, used on the paneling inside the trailer made the whole house stink, so even though we were ready to move in, we aired it out for several days. The trailer home had two entries, the back door, and the front door. The only way to enter the trailer doors were with some wooden four-step moveable steps which did not have handrails. Frank and I knew that as soon as possible, we needed to build some real...
Read MoreSlipping & Sliding
Frank, Scotty, and I fell into a more normal routine. It was good only to have yard maintenance work to do for awhile Although everything but the toilets got taken off of the sewer system, we figured the yard would always stay pretty and green because of the washing machine, sinks, and shower water running through a pipe that had a long flexible hose on the end of it. Also, the trailer house had a brand new dishwasher, but with the sewer situation, I never got to use it. You know what? I never really minded it. Washing dishes has never been a burden to me, and I still do not have a...
Read MoreBrake & Tonsils
Our days were beginning to become routine. Frank was busy working shift work, Scotty was going to school, and I was planting flowerbeds around the yard. With all of us in different places during the daytime, Frank became concerned that we needed another vehicle. If I needed the car, I would take Frank to work, but this did not take care of the emergencies that might come up. With Scotty three miles away in school and the knowledge that I might try to take on projects at the house without using good judgment, Frank decided that we needed another vehicle. This man knew me way too well. Frank...
Read MoreThe Painter’s Helper
In the Fall of 1981, Frank, Scotty, and I moved into our home in Sweeny, Texas. Although we did not know it at the time, it would be our final home together. The house has over 1500 sq.ft., sits on a pier and beam foundation, and the detached three-car garage with a shop and washroom is an additional 1500 sqft., but sits on a concrete slab. The house and garage sit on two & half large city lots, which is cornered on two sides by Avenue A and Orange Street. In the Summer of 1982, Frank and I decided that the house and garage needed repainting. I had never painted the outside of...
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