Habitat For Humanity is built on love. (part 1)
"Growing old ain't for sissies", my Mother used to say. Continually my husband and I wish we had another life to live because there just are not enough hours in the day to do everything we want to do. I hear people talk about the good old days of their youth. Not me, I could build a skyscraper out of the mistakes and poor choices I made. I have always been in high gear. My husband says when I want something done I really mean, " Done Yesterday." I envy people that have the ability to relax and do nothing. I do not know if this is a learned skill or a talent you are born with. I have not really mastered the relaxing thing but I have slowed down. Since my life has changed in the last few years I started reminiscing about my Habitat for Humanity days and I thought I would share a few of my memories with you.
Habitat brought so many cherished friends into my life. It made me a better person. My daughters grew up with a dozen or more college students in their home during "Colligate Challenge" every spring break. They baked cakes for dedications and learned to build houses right along with me. What better way to raise two daughters.
I was a single Mom when I first became a full time volunteer and the men would watch over me like hawks as they taught me the skills they used on the houses. When Jim Kilpatrick taught me all about siding, he probably never thought my nickname would become the "Siding Witch" because I would make the volunteers start over if they had not leveled every course. Sue Mckenzie our fearless leader was so patient with me as I tried to learn everything. Lillian Partane and I took a masonry class at Sandhills Community College. Her walls were precise and mine were always crooked. The teacher passed us both because he said we spent every minute working on our projects while the younger students took a break.
Jackie Lina and I loved roofing or maybe we were just the only fools willing to work in the heat of August in North Carolina. I remember one day having arrived back home after roofing in 100 degree heat, getting a phone call from Jackie asking, "If I had showered yet because she had gotten blisters through her jeans?" I will always be indebted to Jackie for introducing me to my husband but that is the another Habitat story. Bare with me as I post these stories and please comment with any memories of your own. My memories will be random I am sure. I will categorize them as HFH so you will know if you want to skip them.
I will always be grateful to Linda and Miller Fuller for making millions of people's lives better.
Toni Faile Lyerly
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