My dad worked all the time
it seemed like to me I know because a lot of the time I was working
with him as much as a little kid can do that kind of stuff. So, my
dad was always working at the shop where he is a sheet-metal worker
which I guess is the term used for people who work on furnaces and
air-conditioning systems. My dad and mom never really went out
together on their own. Not that I was aware of much. All we went out
as a group and family days like Mother's Day, but that was about it.
My dad didn't watch football or baseball or basketball. If he had
enough time to sit down to watch televised sports it be asleep. And
we would never spend money to go out to a function like that is a
family. Of course, being Mormon we tended to affiliate with various
word functions. I guess the it's like if you're active in the Mormon
church your expected to attend these kinds of things. Actually, as he
got older I guess dad and mom would attend high priest functions
which are social functions for the specific level of religious
attainment. These functions are most likely dinners and other type
social functions wrapped up with Mormon trappings.
However, my dad had
acquaintances which I can comfortably identify is friends, many
friends with quotation marks but still he would go out of his way and
periodically spend an hour two sometimes even longer just talking is
old guys do. I've already written about Ivan D., Who is one of the
fellows my father worked with at the shop. There is also an old guy
(my dad's age) named Mr. Saxton. My dad was Mr. Saxton's home teacher
so time spent with Mr. Saxton could be counted as religious time but
when they got together they talked more than religious stuff. They
talked genuine friendship stuff and sometimes going on for hours to
the point where mom could get a bit upset. Usually, if they had
whether visitation sessions would be on a Sunday afternoon. One of my
dad's friends that I thought was the most interesting of all I knew
was a guy named Shorty Longenecker I am not sure that spelling is all
but it was something like that. Shorty was an old guy who lived in
the trailer just off Apple Street in Boise Idaho. I don't even know
why but I remember one time going with my dad and brother, Ross and
we actually went into Shortys trailer. This had been around 1958 or
59 long before the advent of man caves but s Shorty's trailer was
definitely such a place. The place is a mess it seems like in my
memory all I can remember was an oversized cigar on some sort of
trophy case over his table. In fact the whole trailer smelled of
cigar smoke. We hung out for about an hour and I don't remember what
they talked about but there's a lot of talk, old guy talk about the
old days and do you remember when type of stuff. I'm sure Ross and I
were bored out of our minds but I think my dad was fulfilled when
the few times I can really remember him being happy.
I'm not sure what I'm
thinking about my dad tonight I must left the door open and he just
snuck in…
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