MOM AND DAD
This is my parents. My mom was raised as an actual "coal miner's daughter" in the hills of Tennessee. As you can see from the picture, she's definitely a cherokee indian. At 4' 11 1/2", she's more woman than most. All through the years of growing up, she was an exceptionally hard worker. At one point in time, we worked for a man who had approximately 500 head of cattle that was scattered among 9 different farms in three counties. She was there every time they were being fed, immunized and cared for, carrying her lunch box that held the medical equipment and working as hard as any man in the field. She's never been one to be afraid of getting her hands dirty or picking up a shovel to clean out the barn stalls. Growing a garden every year and canning was a must growing up, considering that we were never over burdened with money. We never had to do without, but times were hard on occaision. Mom was always there to tend to that garden, keep the house and sometimes working a job. We need more moms like this in the world now that keep focused on the important things in life like providing for the family for the future, instead of being concerned about her next manicurist appointment. Now, she works full time as a secretary at a hospital. She went back to school to get her required medical and clerical classes, then took that job that she needed to get away from that grueling lifestyle of working hard. The work she does now is hard, but not in the physical way that she did in the old sewing factories, like she did when we were growing up and having to make ends meet. Maybe some day soon, she can retire and enjoy life, instead of having to work at all.
Dad is a Commercial Construction Field Supervisor. Growing up, he framed houses for a living, before working on those farms. He took me out on the job site when I was nine and taught me the ropes of construction. He started off by giving me a small hammer and nail apron with a fifty pound box of nails. He showed me how to nail down subflooring, then put me on the roof to nail down sheating. After a few houses, I could nail as good as any carpenter on the job with determination just the same. I give all the credit to my father for teaching me to work hard for what I get in life and credit for teaching me how to use my hands to provide a living for my family if need be. I continued to work on these job sites and farms until I was 21 and hired into a job in security. Now, I could use that precious experience for an alternative living without being helpless in the working world. When I graduated high school, I got a job with a commercial contractor as a labor. One month later, they had an opening for a carpenter when I gave dad a call. He still works for them today as a supervisor, handling multi-million dollar projects. I miss working with him and being around him on a routine basis. Maybe he will get an opportunity to retire soon also. He's worked very hard for all of his life and deserves a rest from the hard working lifestyle of a construction worker. If any one knows of any used, Cub Cadet parts, Give my an email. He's in to restoring them like new for a hobbie.
Well, that's my folks. Hope you enjoyed.