Bill was special and many people depended on him.
A man who you knew would take care of the problem, in a slow and solid way.
A man with a healing touch, who should have been given an education and allowed to help other people.
He didn’t think about herbs, he, LOL, when sick would ask me to fix that nasty tea, one that I found in Back to Eden, by Kloss.
A man who also inherited, his family’s loss of mind in later years and had to spend them in an veterans home.
Not senility, they say, but close to it.
Life is not always fair, 3 years in a German POW camp and out at 18/19 years old, alive enough to know when Sgt. Green pulled his dog tags and declared him dead and left him in the battle field, but God still needed him and that bullet missed his heart and went all the way through and he lived.
We planned a large family when we married, and we had full intentions to create a life of peace, without wine, women and bars.
LOL, so we created our own world, imagine the women’s libbers, upset, every time he called me his squaw, or I called him Mr., but he was worthy of being a Mister and I am 3/4 Cherokee.
We agreed to not ever play mind games, in the era that people were learning them from the tv.
He had a boss, with the mind game queen for a wife.
She would tell me to tell Bill this and that and then he would do as the game called for.........so I would, and he would say,
“OK, now what is it I am supposed to say?”
He did the many things I asked for, “If it suited him to do so”, when he said no, then give it up, as he was not a man to change his mind.
Take him to any function, no matter how classy and the next thing you knew, a baby was wanting to go to him, and the kids mother was looking at his blue eyes and wanting to kill for those long eye lashes, that he could hold still enough for the parrot to come in and preen for him in the morning.
A man who could do fine detailed work, but never put in the effort to be an exceptional crafts person.
He could build a pen to hold a raging bull, come in and polish a stone for a ring to go on my finger.
A fine person.