As I set on my patio and watch out to sea, I think those homeless I think of those that miss out on the things God gave us. What a pity those who hunt for food, shelter and most of all love. Life has many wonderful things to adore why would one not want what is available in life.
You can tax us, you can rob us, but you canβt take that dream. How wonderful life is when we just set down and imagine what if? So much are we gave in the begging. We start out with nothing and when itβs all over, we still have it. Nothing.
What did we gain from the years we spent? Where did they go? Why did we do those stupid things? Why did I listen to that garbage? What are the treasures that could have been? I talk with many I listen to few.
Setting in an easy chair looking outΒ and thinking back what I had done. I worked on a farm for seventy-five cents a row and those rows was over a block long. Pulling weeds, thinning beets but my first paycheck was two dollars and twenty-five cents. I shined shoes downtown going from store to store. The salesmen would let me shine their shoes and even brought them in from home, so I had money in my pockets. Hardly a day I didnβt have at least fifty cents. I was still in grade school. Oh, where did that money go? I remember a girl in class ask me how long you have to be friends with you before I get a gift like oneβs you give the other girls? It did not dawn on me I had gave bracelets, rings and different things to the girls that I had been spending time with. I worked and gave it to see a smile on another classmate. Fascinated with the other sex from grade school. Bonnie, a girl friend would go to the movies with me, and we would kiss and hold hands. Never in those days thought of anything more than that.
About thisΒ time fifth grade or so on the fourth of July when I got out of bed, I found my mother and dad had left and gone somewhere so I went up to the park in Springville Utah it was. The carnival filled up the entire park. I went to a counter where they threw balls at stuffed animals. They had dolls on a self and one little stick in the middle and a lot of costume on them, so they looked really wide but to knock one off they had to hit that little stick. The woman gave me an apron and money in it to give change. I would collect from those that bought three balls to throw. After a while she said put one in your other pocket that will be yours. I would put a few in the left pocket for her but those in the right were mine. Yes, I have to admit the longer I worked there the more I went into the right pocket than was due me. I thought of that years later when I would hire an employee to do something and they would make the job last a lot longer than it should have. They took from me the same way I had taken years before. Hard to get mad at others when you were on that side.
In those days I could go to a movie matinee and after we would go to the dairy queen and could buy a hot dog or a hamburger, our choice and either a malt or a milk shake and the whole date would cost a dollar. That was hers and mine two of us we walked to the show house holding hands. How can I remember this? Sally Pay one timeΒ admitted to me she had a dollar in her shoes her father had gave her just in case I didnβt have enough money. I remember her telling me that. Cherished times as I think back today.
I write these things and wonder why, maybe itβs just meant to be. Reading my blogs is like reading a milk carton. Just because I give friends something stupid. A little article to give them something to do.
Just remember itβs Verlβs World.
A Messenger,
Verl K.