Roots run deep

I have always just considered myself plain girl, and when I was younger, fat plain girl. I don’t have any famous people in my history. My husband on the other had has some pretty big shoes to fill. Both of us are complex people but for different reason that are worlds apart.

I am a diverse easy going, unnoticed, barely identified as a speck of matter in the universe that came from nowhere special, nothing important and surely no one worth mentioning in history. My grandma and dad’s mom lost her husband in her 30’s and worked hard at a sewing factory raising their three kids plus after losing her daughter in a car accident, she also raised her 2 of her grand babies that were only 1 and 2 years old at the time. She worked hard for little money but was always happy making it with what she had. She got to spend 15 years retired and living at the lake on only $350 per month in Social Security. My mom’s dad was a brake mechanic who actually made a decent living pulling in around $600 per week in the 60’s. He retired in 1980 when they decided they were going to pay him by the hour instead of by the job. His 18 retired years were spent in the middle of the couch beer in one hand a cigarette in the other, he was happy with that. My mom’s mom until she was 85 years old never had a job when I hired her to proofread documents for a project I had that needed so help and she had a sharp mind that landed her $25 per hour for a 3 month project. Her Social Security was also only around $300 per month added to grandpa’s $900 they were lucky my grandma was frugal. My mom got a job at 18 with AT&T and retired with 31 years of service when she was 50. Her life having been cut short when she was added to the gift registry body donations hopefully helping cancer research having had cancer twice with 2 different kinds and the only complaint was that she would never collect her hard earned Social Security. My dad also spent most of his life doing the same thing having 28 years of service when he retired in 1999 and since has been self described and bored and broke. Al in all nothing special for any of them just taking up space on this tiny planet and making me a big part of who I am, very thankful for having been a part of their lives.

Now on to the other hand in this marriage. My husband has a list of people that made their mark for different reasons leaving him with big shoes to fill. The man he called pop, other than his paternal grandfather what also after returning from WWII the principal of one of the local schools that was later named for him in honor of the service to the students which he knew the name of every one enrolled. Then there is his Popsy, his mom’s dad built managed and owned an excavating company that in the early 80’s was the largest in Texas, There is a street named after him as a result of him having poured the first concrete road in the city of Cedar Hill, TX. And this not being enough, he did it with a 3rd grade education and in a short time frame having passed away in 1981 of an aneurism. Now on to his mother who had 2 children while still in high school and managed to still finish, lead a simple life constantly perusing her passion for crochet which we found was far greater than anything we could have imagined while cleaning out her house following her passing away of cancer at the age of 56. Before her early end she managed to leave her mark as a contributor to a project that was a theory of a sphere that existed in nature and was visually represented in a display called the crochet coral reef that was on display at the Smithsonian and later traveled the worked. And while not immediate family his great great uncle was an infamous gun slinger and outlaw from the late 1800’s and if you are interested take a look at his Wikipedia. He not only has big shoes to fill he has a lot of them.

So while my husband has a family history full of people recognized for something that they worked hard at and was passionate about its success. I have a family history of those who just managed to make it. Who roots are deeper we will never be able to judge as we are all small variations of that original tree and part of the complexities of its massive root system.

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