12/05/2023
Well another night I can't sleep! So let me share a story of my Dad Ermil Scroggs. It amazes me how much I learned from my Dad when he left I was so young. But I think he made it a point to tell me , show me, and teach me things! Dad Had a black friend named Willard Hill. I tell of his color only because I grew up in a home that knew no prejudges. He was a window washer and dad's friend. We would stop by his house and have short visits. Willard walked everywhere! He washed windows of businesses down town Muncie Indiana. He carried his bucket, sponge and squeegee and it was a several block walk each day. Dad Had what they called back then a "Woody" we call them wood paneled station wagons today. I have such great memories standing by my dad as he drove with my arm on his shoulder! (this was the day of no seat belts!) One day dad was talking about getting a new vehicle and how he would like to give his vehicle to Willard. He talked with Mom and I heard them speak about Willard didn't have much money. So the decision was to sell it cheep.(Dad said Willard would feel better if he gave something for it) So we road over to Willard's house and Dad offered it to him. The price they decided on was $15 Dollars. Willard was beyond happy and my Dad and I would see him all over town washing windows with his wagon close by. I guess the moral of the story is There are many way to help a man up. Just make sure he still feels like a man when you do! My next story will be about my paneled wagon I have today and the car that replaced the one dad sold! The 2 pictures are very close to dad's wagon it was not as shinny. It had a few years on it!
