As I sit hearing trying to formulate who to write about all I can think about is four people with four different jobs.
A bus driver
A nurse
An ornamental iron worker
An auto worker for Ford
Which one do I write about? For me it has to be all if them or none if them.
My maternal gramma drove a bus for Northwest R1 school distric for over thirty years. Every morning up at 4am to make breakfast then out the door to check tires and a safety check so that everyone’s kids were safe to and from school. In blistering heat and terrible road conditions she took her job with the utmost seriousness. Her husband was up long before dawn making that two hour drive to work every morning and night. I remember the one story of his working for Ford. He told me with great pride that he drove the first mustang that came off the line before it was put on the trucking carrier. I did not understand that as a big deal as a child, but I do now. My paternal grandma was a nurse. She was the first director of nursing for Jefferson Memorial Hospital. As a kid I just remember the shots she gave us for poison ivy and how we were always embarrassed by the “medical” questions she asked us as teenagers. My grandfather was a huge gentle giant. I knew that he made things out if iron. As an adult I can appreciate the craftsman he must of been and wish I could go back in time and thank each one if them for great traits they passed down to me. To earn my own living, fight for what is right- not just right for me and to not be afraid or intimidated to do the right thing when your standing alone. I am a proud union member as they were.
Thank you Melba & Ken Pursley and Marge & Bob Jennemann