Tue 1/26/2021 3:26 PM
Team,
Pam has been working on our garage and the expensive storage unit that we rent for the overflow. The goal is to do away with the storage unit.
Yesterday she found a box with real family treasures.
Clyde Raymond Skillin, Sr. my maternal grandfather, was a garage mechanic. He also wrote poetry. I’m attaching the poem he wrote when his son was born. I thought it was the only poem to have survived. But, I was wrong. Pam found a box with some three dozen of his poems. Those that have seen my garage know that this is a miracle. The storage unit is worse.
Several poems are written on the back of a Mechanics Daily Time Distribution sheet. And I have some work cut out to get them typed as most are written in pencil and somewhat faded. Nevertheless, I see a book of poetry getting self-published as part of my journey.
Whistling Dixie for Charlie. [A reference to his “southern” family.]
John. IV