Hope everyone had a nice (although weird that it was in the middle of the week) holiday. I'd love to hear about what you guys did.
We've been busy getting our shop ready to start building cases. We've sent in our first order for materials and are just about ready to go buy the machinery we will need. As soon as we get one built I will post pictures.
This year was probably the least I have ever done on a 4th of July - which was nothing. By the end of the evening everyone was a little sad about it and vowed to party hard again next year.
I'm going to tell you guys a story that I grew up with about the 4th of July.
When my Mom was about 18 or 19 years old she met my Dad who at the time was married to another woman. My Dad and 2 of his brothers a few years earlier had decided it would be "fun" to go get married to 3 sisters who lived in their community. One of the brothers, Albert, was actually in love with one of the sisters, Cora, and they remained together until death did part them 50+ years later. For my Dad it was just a spur of the moment act and a loveless marriage. Both parties, my Dad and Mary, agreed that if they ever met anyone they truly loved that they would divorce.
When my Dad met my Mom he knew he had met his true love. Mary helped arrange times for them to be together.
So, on this particular 4th of July, Mary invited my Mom (because there is no way my Mom's parents would have allowed it if they had had a clue what was going on)to go to the park in Sulpher OK to picnic and watch the fireworks.
Late in the evening, while watching the fireworks, my Dad scooted over close enough to my Mom to be able to whisper in her ear.
He leaned over and for the first time whispered to my Mom that he loved her.
It was about 2 years later that they were married.
All my growing up years we drove to Sulpher on the 4th of July to picnic, swim and watch fireworks in the very place their love began.
In 1973 on the 4th of July my Dad took my Mom out to dinner (which was a rare occasion for them)to celebrate their love.
The next morning he went to town to pick something up and never returned.
He had a minor traffic accident which caused him to have a heart attack and he died laying in the street, alone.
3 comments:
What a sweet love story, but I am sorry he died like he did. You tell it well I could see it in my mind.
I think you should write, Aola.
I think it would be a good thing for you, and you have such important things to say.
Thank you for sharing that with us.
What a touching story. I could see a movie based on it. :) I'm sorry too that your dad had to die that way, but happy that he found true love in his lifetime.
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