[written 2022-05-25]
At the end of the 70’s I left my long-time job with the movie theatre company in hopes of finding more family time, kids had grown, and it seemed I was always at work. I was always handy and started a life of painting and fixit jobs.
The year 1980 proved to be life changing, our number 1 son graduated from high school and Maxine’s case of the flu turned out to be son number 2, a product of that extra family time. Self-employment was nice but this event limited the availability of my helper and added responsibility, time to again look for a steady job.
I found that job in the form of an Evening Press circulation district manager, Glenn, who was the manager of district 51 was assigned the job of training me and has remained a buddy through the passing years.
During our early years at the motel in the 90’s, Glenn visited a few times, fun to show off our new area and life to a friend. Glenn wrote a poem about an adventure on his visit, I may ask permission to post some of his work.
Anyway, during one of his visits Glenn purchased a decorative wheelbarrow as a gift to Maxine for her garden. Over time weather took its toll on the wood, I was able to save the metal wheel and reconstruct the wheelbarrow from treated wood.
Maybe five years ago, it had gotten tired again and I patched it a bit and Michelle painted it yellow, new life for a time, but it gave up again this year.
The wheelbarrow pictured is our second reconstruction, hopefully good now for the next ten years or so, hopefully Glenn will return this year to check out the new version and we will share more good times together.