Yes a good thread indeed! I made my wife read yours Kitty. it sounds like Norman Rockwell could paint your life, farm and family
I grew up in South Philly, yes, the mean streets that "Rocky" jogged through. It really was a tough place and i had more than my share of fights. No, i didn't like it, but i was a big boy and hurt a few guys so bad that I was left alone. Some of the names I was called were new to me, I didn't even know what the meant.
My Mother, an RN, reunited with my supposed 'dead" father when I was 20.
I was working as a lifeguard in New Hampshire, a resort called "The Balsams" The job ended and I went to Calif and lived with my parents while I went to Los Angeles trade Technical College. I learned sign painting, a trade i eventually taught part-time for 22 years for the Los Angeles City Schools.
Met my wife at the Farmers Market, yes the famous one. She was going to UCLA. Her aunt and uncle were appalled that she brought me home! She was forbidden to go out with me. Funny too, because if they had not interfered I might not have taken it as a challenge!
OK, to the point. I painted signs and fished, developed a fishing lure, sold it all over the state as well as other fishing products, things like Mustad hooks. I eventually bought a building that I still have, and started a tackle business. My timing was good. We thrived. I put all my money into California real estate. This was 1970, need I say more?
If her Aunt & Uncle or my parents were alive they would drop dead at my success.
This could go on interminably. I can add to it later. Good night all.