It is funny what triggers my memory, one of those things where a door sticks or a step is crooked.
Some imperfection that needs to be fixed, but at the same time you think about how good we have it.
Now we work to add themes and style to our homes, when we used to only be concerned with function.
We lived in simple little houses. And a roof over your head was enough.
I don’t think it exists anymore.
Back before the DIY network, when it was do it yourself or it doesn’t get done.
I think that is one of the reasons I love my father-in-law so much. I respect him.
You can still visit a crooked little house a little ways down the road.
The roof is low.
The rooms aren’t “square”.
Before he was Paw Paw, he was Jim.
The oldest son to Thurman and Essie.
Thurman was crippled.
When you see that little house, it is pretty impressive.
Paw Paw says it doesn’t look too bad for it to be built by a 12 year old.
Well that’s not completely true. There was a 10 year old and his mom and dad.
Together they tried. Together they built it.
It’s far from today’s perfect.
But it housed 10 kids and more grandkids than I can count.
Sixty years later and I am not only impressed, I am humble.
I can’t imagine.
Most grown men could not build that house.
The biggest reason is they would not try.
I wish there was a network for trying.
When you are thankful this Thursday, be thankful for those that tried.
Sometimes when I think about where life is taking me and things feel a little unsure, I just need to remember to remind myself-
You will get there, even if you’re steps are crooked…