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Work, work, work
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Work is a blessing in disguise series.
Part 1
For as long as I can remember; work has been part of our daily life especially out here in west Texas where dependency is based on our own skills-strength. From way back when, we as pre-teens had many daily chores to take care of as well as assigned work. Consequently all of us were always busy doing somethin’
There was no time to waste! This was at a time when our T.V watchin’ time was non-existent! We had no T.V. set; even if we had one there was no cable service and the old antenna grandpa had installed in his house received only two channels! Our days were filled with work; games we made up or riding horses just for the heck of it! Swimming in the ‘ol stock tank was a privilege reserved only by invitation from grandpa who took on the responsibility to look after all of us young ones…
Because of all the work, all my brothers and sisters were particularly physically fit but especially Ricky who loved to do more than his share of hard work. (I think deep down he always had a higher sense of self esteem) There were many a day sometimes even at night we’d hear his ridin’ up and down the ‘ol caliche county road as if he was preparing for the Olympic games! His athletic body was not a source of intimidation but self confidence emanating happiness for as far back as I can remember. His sense of himself was always keen-sharp ready to help everyone no matter who or what! I was in my mid-twenties when Ricky became a teen-ager; we all knew Ricky’s passion for looking his best especially when going out on a Friday or Saturday night. It was not uncommon for Ricky to “borrow” my clothes; he wouldn’t think twice to grab a pair of my jeans and shirt recently starched-ironed as the occasion required. Our parents instilled from long ago the need “to look nice” as Mom would say: “Especially when going to town” As a matter of fact, there were some days when one of us was made to stay home upon Mom’s sharp eye inspection; to make sure she’d not be embarrassed by our appearance.
Work, work, work
.
Work is a blessing in disguise series.
Part 1
For as long as I can remember; work has been part of our daily life especially out here in west Texas where dependency is based on our own skills-strength. From way back when, we as pre-teens had many daily chores to take care of as well as assigned work. Consequently all of us were always busy doing somethin’
There was no time to waste! This was at a time when our T.V watchin’ time was non-existent! We had no T.V. set; even if we had one there was no cable service and the old antenna grandpa had installed in his house received only two channels! Our days were filled with work; games we made up or riding horses just for the heck of it! Swimming in the ‘ol stock tank was a privilege reserved only by invitation from grandpa who took on the responsibility to look after all of us young ones…
Because of all the work, all my brothers and sisters were particularly physically fit but especially Ricky who loved to do more than his share of hard work. (I think deep down he always had a higher sense of self esteem) There were many a day sometimes even at night we’d hear his ridin’ up and down the ‘ol caliche county road as if he was preparing for the Olympic games! His athletic body was not a source of intimidation but self confidence emanating happiness for as far back as I can remember. His sense of himself was always keen-sharp ready to help everyone no matter who or what! I was in my mid-twenties when Ricky became a teen-ager; we all knew Ricky’s passion for looking his best especially when going out on a Friday or Saturday night. It was not uncommon for Ricky to “borrow” my clothes; he wouldn’t think twice to grab a pair of my jeans and shirt recently starched-ironed as the occasion required. Our parents instilled from long ago the need “to look nice” as Mom would say: “Especially when going to town” As a matter of fact, there were some days when one of us was made to stay home upon Mom’s sharp eye inspection; to make sure she’d not be embarrassed by our appearance.