Happy Eightieth Birthday To The Little Blonde Boy Who Mowed For St Mary's Church In Delaware, Ohio

                                             If you look in the archives of St Mary's Catholic Church In Delaware, Ohio, you will read the writings of a Father O Brien detailing several accounts of a little blonde boy who mowed the lot and cemetery of St. Mary's Church.  That little boy was my dad, who kept odd jobs around the city of Delaware to make money for himself and his family in the nineteen forties.  One of those jobs were to mow for the church.
                                           The other, At The Sarah Moore Home, he delivered "The Delaware Gazette.  The older ladies loved him and tipped him generously.  My dad tells of the times he had odd jobs, hunted and started to learn to play the guitar when he was little guy.  What a life this man has lead.  Many of times, all four of us kids tell him to write all of these wonderful tales down.  Its amazing to me that at the age of eighty today, he can tell of many past events in his life, good and bad.  Most of his stories that he loves to tell are of amusing occurrences.
                                        Like when he was about four or five years of age and living in a old one room school house with his brother, sister, mom and Grandpa Price, he got into his Uncle John's model A Ford while Uncle John was visiting and drove it down into the creek on Houk Road.  That old school house sits there yet on top of the hill and down from that, that old creek.
                                       I look at his life so amazed with all he has done.  My dad deems himself so humble in modesty.  He never would think of himself as a hero, role model or whatever.  My family and I have been very blessed with him in our lives.  I can remember a time when we almost lost him.
                                       My late husband watched me tie myself up in knots while the kids, Jeff and I were so far away from him, even though we were in the same state.  What was one mile surely felt like a hundred then.   It isn't mere luck that God sends people in our lives when we need them the most.
                                      I write and praise you so much IM Schizz, but there is a reason for it.  I know you too are a modest man and like my dad you'd say "I was only doing my job" but it means so much more to me than that. Without you IM Schizz, my dad probably wouldn't be here today to celebrate his eightieth birthday, so thank you!!! You and my family are the greatest gifts I will ever have no matter how old I get.  I thank God for all of you and I love you all so very much (You too IM Schizz, never forget that! )  Happy Birthday Daddy ( Keep Going Whitey) Love you always and forever!