Today my husband was channel surfing on our TV. Not many channels to surf since we have chosen to not subscribe to any type of service. Have just a flat antenna clipped in a location to receive local channels. Of course the 'smart tv' has internet access to YouTube and Netflix can fill lots of hours with entertainment. But I digress. The local PBS station in Austin provides many hours of musical entertainment. Hubby paused on one of those shows for a few moments. ".. my daddy owned a hardware store .. " drifted across the room on the waves of Lee Ann Womack's voice. Smiling to myself these words came to my mind:
my daddy worked on washing machines
most honest repairman you've ever seen
at his funeral a sweet customer told
that Dad knew where all the keys were holed
with honest rates and stories to tell
all who knew him fell under his spell
A flawed but honest man, Daddy died just short of 90 years old. He did not quit working on 'major' home appliances till just a couple of years before that. In the last year or two he could not remember how to put things together when he disassembled them. He became a broken spirit, spending hours on the commode convinced he had soiled himself. That big, strong man that could move a refrigerator from a wall with one arm while laying on his back was no more.
But the memory remains:
my daddy worked on washing machines
most honest repairman you've ever seen
Daddy and me |
Daddy being proud of the rails we girls gave him for his 80'th birthday. |
Daddy in his back yard spinning yarns for the family. |
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