Last weekend kind friends helped me continue a decades old tradition of selling Ken’s pottery and produce for our “Spring Opener” the first weekend in May. Since Ken’s death, many people have asked me what my plans are. Until now I have simply answered truthfully, “I don’t know.” But after last weekend some things have become clear. And I can state unequivocally that I have no desire to do pottery and produce retail sales on …
Many years ago, back in the day when men avoided doing any form of house work because it called their manhood into question, my father did help my mom. But he helped on the sly to avoid being teased by other less secure men. One year he was at the back door hanging up a dish towel on the line when a thin reedy voice piped from across the street. “Happy Mothers Day, Mr. Gravel!” …
Ken was a real do-it-yourself guy. But even he knew his limitations. Back in the day people built their own houses rather than having them built. And they got knowledgeable friends to help with their weaker areas of skill. Ken was excellent at concrete, wood, sheet rock, etc. Electrical and plumbing, well he felt less confident. So he asked Stan to check all his work. Stan came and checked. Ken asked what he could …
