Remembering Poppa “The Concrete Porch”

It must have been summer time. Great, big, hot hot hot Texas summertime. We went barefoot from June until September and were clad in cut off pants (home made shorts that have gotten old or wore holes in the knees). Poppa had a problem and had tried to remmedy it for quite a while. His rickety, past its prime, front porch had become a headache. The warped bords rose up in places that caused the front door to no longer function. The porch was unsalvageable and needed replacing. He was weary of having to leave through the back door to go and check the mailbox on the street. Poppa asked his sons and sons in laws for help. They all promised they would but after a long while, nothing was done. Now, Poppa was a skilled farmer, none better. He could plan out dozens of vacant acres at a time, plow them, water and fertilize growing plants, chop the weeds, hoe the furrows as the crops grew taller, shoo the predators, and harvest enough to feed his large family and sell most of it to keep them safe and warm through the fierce Oklahoma winters. Poppa was a decent mechanic too. He had kept ancient farm equipment funtioning since he was a boy. He could fix lawn mowers and sometimes an automobile. Poppa was adept at many carpenter jobs as he had helped build wooden oil well platforms in the early 1900’s. Nanny worked just as hard in the fields and harvesting. She canned, cooked and prepared all the meals. She raised and fed the livestock and chickens, and actively took place in the slaughter of them as well. However, Poppa evidently knew little about the fine art of working with concrete. In the summer. In the hot Texas heat.

to be continued…

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