I want to tell you a story. And since the joke’s not on me, well it’s pretty funny. Let me start it like this. My stepfather Jerry, loved my mother beyond what any man could possibly love a woman. He would do anything that my mother asked him to. My mother got bored easily and was actually not just moving furniture, but moving whole walls around in the house. One week we would go to visit, to see square doors and one large living room. Two weeks later we would walk into a hall, and there will be two oval doors, one leading to a small living room the other to a formal dining room. This went on for years. One day during the era of the sunken bathtubs, my mother decided she would have herself a sunken tub. Well not being able to afford the real deal, nor the professionals to install such a thing, she instructed my stepfather to just sink their present tub. Now this was one of those iron tubs with the legs that look like a lion's foot. Now my stepfather although moved many walls for my mom, was very inexperienced as far as carpentry work was concerned. He cut out the necessary boards that were in the way of the bathtub going in the hole. My mom enjoyed many baths in her sunken bathtub. Well one day, one of my brothers, who will go unnamed was using the restroom. To his shock while he was sitting on the toilet, the outside wall falls in the yard beside the house. Here he was, sitting on the toilet, where all the world could see. I know the embarrassment he had must have been unbearable, hehehe. After the bathroom incident, my stepfather decided what my mother really needed was a different house with more rooms. So he purchased her a two-story house in a very prominent neighborhood. There was one rule that he laid out to her before he would even sign the papers. There would be no walls moved, no floors cutouts, and that was that. My stepfather lived approximately 5 years after moving into this house. He died of lung cancer. My mother made every payment on the house. She made sure the payments were made. When the mortgage was reduced to where my mother only owed a little over $1000 on the house, my brother Danny offered to pay the mortgage off for my mother. That way she would have a little extra money to spend on herself. She refused my brother's offer. She said she wanted to do it herself. She paid every payment on the due date or as close as possible to it, until every last penny was paid. It was but a few months until she would join my stepfather in heaven. But she showed her respect and love for him though finishing what he started, by paying off the home they shared.
Now really the only lesson that you could possibly learn from this blog would be #1, Love makes people do strange things and #2, hire a professional!
I really wanted to tell the story so my children and their children will have something to giggle at. Plus teach them something about real love. Something they will remember in the years to come.
Until next time, Willard and I wish you health and happiness, God bless and God save.