15 Nov

"My Daddy Was a Carpenter"

His was honest labor.  A labor of love and it rubbed off on me.  Most of the homes he built over the years still stand and some with "Historic" markers.   Sam W Austin was a good man, not perfect, but deep down, someone to run the river with.  He was about as good a house builder as there could be, but just about the poorest 'business man' you could find.  Had he stuck with the original contractural plans and not redone so many jobs,  he would have been quite well-off.  The fact that we were not well-off was never obvious to me.  Mattie and Sam played the roles of perfection to a tee.  They lived totally respectful lives and had a solid place in Mount Pleasant, Texas, where they were born.  They never "left home", except to serve others.  An Active Mason and Eastern Star couple, they never considered membership to be antiChristian.  Daddy's funeral celebration eulogy was taken from his own Bible with many verses he, himself, underlined.  Both my parents professed to be devout Christians.  They could do so without fear of retaliation.  I am deeply thankful that neither of them are alive today and be exposed to the spiritual condition of their precious political party to see how the world is treating all true believers.  Something very wicked, this way comes and too many, I fear, are oblivious.  This verse from Psalm is appropriate. "Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law." (119:18)

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.


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