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I taught grandkids how to fly kites. The first lesson is not to run with your kite; if the wind is right you can get it up. Running beats up your kite. I walked backwards while playing the kite string, fell backwards off the gutter culvert in my driveway, and broke my wrist. My devoted grandson sat with me in the ER waiting for the doctor to arrive. Better experiences on other days. I miss kite flying, but itâs only fun with kids.
She left home for college, moved clear across the country in her 20âs and does not visit here a lot, so she is never around. She married, has two sons, became a very sharp business woman and makes many bucks. She had her share of attention while home. Always into extra-curricular activities, not interested in home-making skills. A second daughter was also busy with school activities, left for college and became a RN. She was outstanding with patients, overworked herself and died at age 35. She was very talented in music and dance, and had a side business sewing and marketing dance clothing. The boys hung around longer, partly because of closeness to their dad who grew up a cowboy* and spending weekends with him at the small family ranch. (*the origin of our email.) His cooking skills was to toss everything into a pan and stir it up while it fried. He gave them the positive male role model that they are. They all have homes and families, grandkids, and five well-mannered great-grands, not far from me.
my three sons are great cooks; my one daughter eats out. I wanted the boys to be able to survive without a woman âto take care ofâ them. They do laundry and were able to iron a shirt when people did that. Now they have to take care of me so I can stay in my house. I did a lot of sewing fixes for them over the years, spent my summers off touring car recycling junk yards to get parts for their teen-age cars. It wasnât easy, but they are all honest, hard-working, independent, and caring respectful men.
Maybe if you live long enough. I wish my parents had bought up Indian head pennies. They werenât being minted when I was young, but there were still some in circulation.
And if he wasnât born to be a loser he would never have worked for Rancid in the first place.