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Te; MEMO0000-RIES OF El, ADS Wednesday, June 13, 2001 - The Malakoff News - PAGE 9B Continued00om page 8B sion no less. He became a skilled toolmaker nd J when he had saved enoiagh money he bought a farm, which was pretty srILart thing to do when you h ave nine kids. The farm ha an old tobacco barn on it Lnd he (with the help of[my brothers, I m sure) to!e it down and rebuilt it inlo a fine house. In our next house there was only a wood stove to provide heat and no indoor plumbing, t remember when I was little, Dad sitting up at night vith a blanket wrapped around him stoking that fire to leep us warm. And while sitting there night after nigh he was reading and stud3ing thick black books on hat- ing and plumbing an, of course, before long welhad a furnace in our houseland indoor plumbing. Farming was pretty iffy and not a very lucrative profession so Dad sold the farm and moved our family into a small town in a Very old house, which of coprse he had to remodel. ]He sold it and bought a pece of land and, of course, he had to build a house 0n it and subdivided the rest of the property to build more houses and so he had be- :come a contractor. And when my brothers returned from the Second World War and the Korean War, didn't Dad give them a lot to build their own homes. When at the age of 70 he sold his house and bought a piece,of property, my brothers encouraged him to build a smll house for just the two of them in their lat- ter years. Dad built a three- bedroom house with a cir- cular two-story tall turret dining room made of stone and topped with a copper roof. He layed all that stone by himself, of course. Today my three brothers are contractors and own farms and my fourth brother is skilled tool- maker. Many nephews are also involved in the con- struction industry from ar- chitects to contractors and my sister is a very success- ful interior designer. Each and every one of my broth- ers and sisters has an "I can do that!" attitude. We got that from our Dad! Tomorrow, my husband and I have an appointment with an architect so we can put on an addition and re- model our house! Of course, my Dad is looking down on me reprimanding me about that architect tell- ing me "You can do that!" So won't I be telling that architect exactly what I have designed in a Geor- gian-Low Country design on the exterior and where every wall will be placed on the inside so I can have the pretty plans to satisfy the inspectors? Of course! Amy Wheeler Amy's dad always told his family how much he loved them, but otherwise did not often show emotion. Amy has seen him go through pretty tough situa- tions without flinching. He was, and is, says Amy, the typical Southern tough guy. She says he always worked hard, and finally worked up into a very important job which carried him all over the country, and sometimes kept him away from home as much as a month. On one of his earlier trips, when he had been gone for some time, his whole fam- ily gathered together around the dinner table and called him. I believe he was on an offshore drilling rig in Alaskan waters at the time. They passed the phone around from per- son to person, each tell- ing him how much they loved and missed him. When the phone got to Amy's mother, she said, "Hi, it's me," then "Okay, call me back." The kids all wondered what had happened. "He was crying," her mother said. "He had to go somewhere where the other guys wouldn't see him." Jim Diesch Jim remembers his fa- ther very fondly. Rich- ard Diesch died eight years ago at 54. Jim says he learned respect and control from his fa- ther. He says his father could get along with all sort of people. He never met a stranger. He could talk to anybody, and he always listened to what they had to say. He had [ his own business, and the family used to joke, that while their dad would never try to sell a refrigerator to an Es- kimo, if the Eskimo al- ready had a refrigerator, he could sure sell him an ice maker. A small happy memory from nearly 40 years ago is of a day when his father came in from the pas- ture, with mud dropping off the tractor wheels. Jim or his brother picked up the first chunk of mud and tossed it at the other one, and a mud fight got started. Jim remembers his dad getting in the middle of it, tossing mud balls, taking plenty of hits himself, but curiously, never hitting either of them.. It is a memory that obvi- ously delights him. Richard Townley My father was a man out of his time. He was born 22 years after the end of the Civil War. His father came to Texas in a covered wagon along with other plantation owners burned out by General Sherman. From this ante bellum con- nection you would think my memories would be of the old South. Instead I think of my father as a Raider of Lost Arks. My first memo- ries of him were of his striding around in English riding breeches wearing knee high boots and carrY- ing a riding crop. There wasn't a horse in sight. My father made Indiana Jones hats fashionable 60 years before Indiana showed up on the movie screen. In his early pictures he was al- ways pointing at something. With my mother he was al- ways demonstrating how he was going to rule the roost (she allowed him the illu- sion.) In other pictures he was pointing at giant ma- chines as if ordering them to work in exotic places south of the U.S. border, where he build hydroelec- tric plants and other such instruments of change. By the time I grew to aware- ness the Depression had savaged him. He was a little man, physically, and he became smaller every year, except in my memory. To me he would always be a giant. 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