|This has nothing to do with 2002, Linda took the photo yesterday on Outer Ohio St. in Bangor|
I just wanted to share it.
|The Shipbuilders Memorial, dedicated to the men and women who worked at the South Portland shipyard|
during World War 2, my Dad worked there as a welder.
Work was going well, it really was a good job, and easy to do; it was the micro-management that was difficult, it got a little worse as time went on. What I don't need on a job is to be second guessed by somebody who knows very little about what I'm doing, but enough to be dangerous to himself and others, if you get what I mean. But, even with that, it was a good job and great place to work, only six of us and some volunteers in the building most of the time.
My sleep disorder was growing worse as the years went by, by now I was up at maybe 3:00AM and getting earlier as time passed, by 2006 I was awake at 11:30PM and started work at 4:00AM and left at 2:00PM (they were good about that!).
It was certainly quieter with all of the children gone and Linda a I enjoyed some time by ourselves, although we were so involved with Hollies affairs that we were still busy.
|Moppet and Brat, two of our "grandchildren"|
|Jon and Hollie enjoy lunch with Mom|
|Mom and Dad visit Hollie at her home.|