It was fun to
read you story of Mr. Weekly. Our family too was rewarded by knowing him
and his family.
My folks
purchased their first home along the Red river next to the Betty and Mar's
where the dyke now stands.
Both families
were flooded numerous times in the late 40's and finally in 1950. We
remained the best of friends
going to
tennis lessons, swimming
lessons and numerous picnics at
Riverside park with Cindy, Scotty, & Larry - Mar & Betty.
Mar never
sold or traded a part to my Dad, Miles as he had borrowed them $5 to get
married.
He fondly
told the story of the Weekly's salvaging tin, wood, corrugated
metal from
the flood and tacking it on to their homes after the flood.
My fondest
memories were of a Model T toy car that Mar put together for us kids to
ride around the lot. The aquarium in the
Living room,
the
Black Light in Scotty's bedroom, and
Christmas Tree
decorating at our home.
All the kids
were raised to overhaul starters, generators, and to disassemble and
remember locations everything in the lot.
I loved the
basement in their home - largest collection of comic books I've ever seen
and calendars with flip up plastic covers!!!
Betty always
wanted us to "not" flip 'em up.
Mrs.
"W" remained my mom Ada Elliott's best friend throughout the years and
they would visit non-stop at all our
birthday parties and
until this
past summer when we moved my mother to Denver.
My first
vehicle a '40
Chevy pickup was frozen up - couldn't get it to turn over...While
visiting us on Belmont Rd., my dad discussed it with Mar.
He - took off
the starter - grabbed a crowbar - placed it in the teeth of the flywheel
and placed a bit of his weight on it.
Needless to
say, that's all it took, and we drove it for years after.
