My brother, Gaylord was always so interested in airplanes. He would make crude airplanes out of old shingles or pieces of scrap wood, and he always made one for me too.
One day we were “flying” them over the garage. Of course, they didn’t always go completely over, so we would have to climb up on the garage and retrieve them.
Well, when Dad saw what we were doing, it wasn’t so much fun. He yelled at us, saying that we were ruining the shingles on the garage, and couldn’t do that anymore!
A year or so later, Gaylord earned some money, and he bought an airplane “kit” He worked many days on that, carefully cutting little strips of balsa wood. If I remember correctly, the body was covered with something almost like tissue paper, and he used some very stinky paint over the whole thing. Eventually, he got a little motor that ran on some kind of alcohol. I was to help him fly the plane. My job was to catch it when it came down. Of course, klutz that I was, I missed it! His sweet temperament totally disappeared; but I really did feel bad that I didn’t catch the plane in time. He had spent so many hours getting it just perfect. Perfection was his nature, but I couldn’t measure up to that!
Gaylord also made little paddle boats that ran with a rubber band. We had races in the horse tank, and sometimes in the river. We lost too many boats in the river, so we opted for the horse tank most of the time.
Another thing that we enjoyed doing was going fishing down at the river. I’ve always been amazed that our parents allowed us to go by ourselves. When we got into a hassle, it is a wonder that one of us didn’t push the other in to the river! I mentioned this to my brother and he said, “Do you ever remember getting into a fight when we were fishing?” And, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember one time that we had a problem when we were fishing. He even baited my hooks for me!
On one of our fishing sprees, we caught 50 bullheads, which we put in the horse tank. The crazy things multiplied in that tank! (The ones that didn’t die, that is.
The next spring, the tiny fish were thick in the tank, and when the animals went to drink, they would swim into their noses, and the milk cows would run from the tank. and not get enough water. Well, we had stern orders from our Dad, to get rid of those fish! Water was so important for the cows to give milk. We seined all that we could out of the tank!
Entrepreneur that I was, I put them in old jars, and sold them for .05 cents a pair to some of the kids at school. My parents were not one bit excited about that project, so that had to come to an end!
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