I had heard no mention of this, but it fascinated me as I watched from next door as he progressed from the foundation to the roofing. I can not remember how long it took, but it did not seem long. It was a ranch style brick home. He, with great pride, took our family on a tour when it was finished.
I was most fascinated by the dining room which was separated by a varnished, knotty pine wall with a window providing a view to the kitchen. My father helped a lot of family members move to the North from Tennessee. I was oblivious to the struggles of African American during the 60's and 70's. The house we lived in was much bigger with two stories and a full basement, but I looked proudly at my dad on our tour and asked, "Can we move here?" He responded without hesitation, "Yes."
I miss my dad, but I discovered where he acquired his skills and talents when I came across his father's, James Foster, carpenter's union dues register. He was a traveling carpenter.
|Local Union 586, Sacramento, California, Carpenter's Union dues book, 1954|
I am very fortunate to have had such an intelligent and wonderful father. I am sure that the things he taught me came from his own life experiences and the words he too heard while growing up.