I was in my Junior Year at Trinity when Mother and Dad moved to Waco. Dad took a job with a friend who built Quanset buildings and Dad supervised the building.. He also did inspections of buildings. During the last week of school, Trinity University had to close the school because of a flue virus which was getting out of hand, so tests were not given but we still got the credits for the classes. Dad came to San Antonio to pick me and my "stuff" up. I was glad he didn't have to drive all the way from Hereford to get me.
He enjoyed his work. Then one day he went down to get some shoes at a repair shop just across the street from the tall office building in which his boss had an office. The buildings were sold from another quanset hut out on or near a highway. Dad had gotten to the quanset building when the wind started blowing. It took 3 men to get the door closed. That's when the phone rang and his boss asked if everyone was all right. There had just been a tornado which blew through the town flattening all the buildings except the tall one in which the main office was located. We were grateful that Dad was gone from there, because the shoe repair place was gone.
Dad and Mom enjoyed their time again in Waco. Dad taught the Berean Bible Class at church. They had many church friends And as was told in a previous blog, Irvin and I were married in Waco. Irvin graduated from Louisville Seminary and we moved to Nesbitt, Mississippi We had our first son in 1950, when Ken arrived on July 17th. We were living in the manse in Nesbitt and Mother came to help us. Our year together in Louisville Seminary was nice in many ways, although Irvin had a number of deaths in the congregation he served in Indiana. My Grandmother Boss died just shortly after Ken was born. I expected that my mother would go to the funeral, but she said that it was more important to help with the living than with the dead and she stayed with us for a time. It was a long time before I wanted to answer a phone, since I thought there might be another death.
One night we got a phone call from my sister Vivian she was in Memphis and wanted to come to see her new nephew! We bundled up Ken and went to Memphis and got her and got home about Midnight. Then she had to be back in Memphis to catch a train early the next morning so we left about 6 and took her to catch the train. When we returned we thought that someone had been in the house. Sure enough, the elder who lived right across the lane that went in front of the church to the manse, had been over to check and see if everything was all right. He had a key to the house which we didn't know about.
Ken had his first birthday in Waco at his Grandmother and Granddaddy's house. Being the first had it's advantages.
Jean arrived on April 16th in 1952 and again my mother came to be with us in Nesbitt. She was enjoying the beautiful azaleas and dogwood trees at a church members home when I decided to go to the hospital. We left at 5 and took mother to Nesbitt from New Bethlehem and got things out for Ken, and took off for the hospital in Memphis. Jean arrived at 8 pm. The church member had wanted us to wait until we had some supper, but was glad we hadn't when she found out that Jean was born so soon after we left.
December of 1952 we moved to Florida for health reasons, but Elna and John stayed on in Waco.
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