The Place Had Been Sold
I got to feeling good, so come spring, our feet got itchy.
We went to work for Rabbi (Milt) Kaufman, manager of the
Gooding's Million Dollar Midway, doing the painting on the
rides, trucks, fun houses, main offices, etc.
Toward the end of the season, I started to have trouble with
my right hip and May started having problems with her
breathing. Because of this, we went up to Virginia and
rented a rundown house for two bits a month. I did a little
work on it. I fixed the kitchen floor, repainted the
cupboards, painted the woodwork around the outside, bought
furniture and moved in.
That winter I had to have surgery on my hip, having the
joint replaced with a stainless steel joint. The next day,
after the operation, they had me up and walking. After a
week of physical therapy, they let me go home. Two months
later, you would never know that I had a phony hip joint.
I was afraid to climb ladders or work on a walk board
lettering trucks anymore, so I started making personalized
auto tags at flea markets. Once in a while, I would letter
the doors on a pickup truck.
About a year after we got the house fixed up and in good
living condition, I started to wonder why the owner kept
bringing people in to see the house. She would say that this
was her brother-in-law, or he aunt, or her stepsister. What
was happening was, she was showing the place to prospective
Finally, we received a letter saying that the place had been
sold. She gave us thirty days to move out and the thirty
days would be free. That was so kind of her, after all the
work we did and the money we spent.
As luck would have it, the next week May found a nice house
in Bristol, two days later, we moved in. The next year, the
guy who owned it sold it. It seemed we couldn't win for
By then we were getting up in years and May decided that we
should spend the rest of her years near her brothers and
sisters. Some were living in Marion, Virginia and some in
Shady Valley, Tennessee.
We chose a happy medium between the two and bought a mobile
home and moved onto a lot in a nice mobile home park in
Laurel Bloomery, Tennessee. This was a small settlement
located almost between where her two sisters lived.
Because I was born and raised on the go, it became boring
for me to stay put for any length of time, so when
springtime came around, I would hit the road with my van,
and make the flea markets, painting personalized auto
tags. Sometimes, I would be away for a couple of weeks at a
time. After having an artificial hip joint put in my right
hip, sitting in a chair, lettering auto tags and a few
magnetic decals for trucks and cars was about all that I was
able to do.
To be Continued