Yes! Times are hard now, things seem out of kilter, as this hope and change just is not what we had hoped for.
Let me tell you about a distant Uncle that had to face similar circumstances.
Let’s go back to the late twenties early thirties.
Uncle Andrew Ware had an old Ford ton and a half dump truck, in which he would go to the coal mine, located over near Whitesville, would get a load of coal and drive around the tri-county and sell the coal.
He never got rich in this, but he made ends meet for his family.
One day a man from the WPA (a social works program) came up and gave Uncle Andy a notice that under authority of the President, he was going to confiscate Uncle Andy‘s truck, since the WPA didn’t have enough trucks to handle the many “projects” underway in the area. In return Uncle Andy got a script, on yellow paper, stating that upon the end of the declared “Emergency”, he could take the paper to the nearest WPA office and reclaim his truck.
Now, Uncle Andy was left without any means to support his family.
So Andy, using his inborn Ware ingenuity, set about doing whatever he could to make a penny or two.
Everything from re-tipping shoelaces to refurbishing mouse
traps. It didn’t matter. He became what one might call, a
Professional “Piddler!” Incidentally, a time honored vocation, in years past.
Over time he became so adept at so many different skills that he became known throughout the tri-county area as
“Handy Andy” Ware.
The locals, recalling the times, say that Handy Andy could fix anything but broken hearts or the crack of dawn. They
say that as time went on, he could weld a black cat’s tail to a grindstone, if you held the cat.
It’s true that he didn’t get rich, but he did get rich in friends, neighbors and fellow workers. He was not one to accept “charity” and not too proud to accept help when truly needed. Likewise always ready to help others when his help was needed.
Andy worked awhile for the local Ford dealer.
Yes, even in the Great Depression a few new cars were sold. It is said that he could take a wad of Wrigley’s gum and a bent wire coat hanger and repair any Ford engine in use at the time.
People that remember, swear that when Andy died, he dug his own grave “’cause nobody could do it better”.
I don’t believe he really did that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if true.
Andy died leaving a family of fine children, a loving wife of many years and a paid off mortgage. All with the Ware determination and a will to work.
When you think times are too tough to handle, remember my uncle Andrew.
You can make it too, if you really want.
Oh! And you are right, he never ever got the truck back!