Tuesday, July 31, 2007
BIG BOY'S TOYS.....
It has been a while since I’ve written anything about Rocky and the Rocky Memorial Power Meet Fund. Becky, Holly and I were making a lot of plans for the shirts and the trophies when Dale suddenly died and I turned my energy to his estate. It was and is a lot to deal with……more so than when Rocky died.
Location being one big factor and then taking on a whole household as well as the finances of another person. With Rocky it wasn’t a total change-over since I will remain in our home and keep everything except his personal belongings. Of course I kept the things most important to me but I also gave a lot to his children in the way of individual sentiment.
With Dale I had to guess at decisions and hope they were ones he would have made. It has been enlightening to see how much we all keep that is worthless and of no value except to take up room. Dale had all of his flying log books, years and years of bank statements, tax records and receipts for almost everything he ever owned.
I hated to glance and pitch but most of all that will never be needed again. He was very punctual about paying bills……most of which were withdrawn electronically. A great line of creditors appreciated his business. Closing accounts and trying to find insurance records were not that easy. However, after almost two months of scrutiny I am coming to the end.
Once the mobile home is sold I will not need to give so much time to the estate. That will free me up to go back to Rocky’s Memorial Meets and finish plans for the first one. It has been set for August 25th and Holly will have a lot of shirts embroidered for sale, Becky and I will have the trophies ready to go and it should be a lot of fun.
His gym buddies always figured he was full of baloney about carrying a full milk can in each hand from the farmers barns back to the truck. (One hundred and twenty five pounds in each hand.) One time Rocky took a picture down to show them where he was indeed on record with the two full milk cans. It wasn’t just an occasional thing but at every stop on his route. He was written up in the Globe Democrat……a paper out of St. Louis, who sent a reporter on his route to see how milk gets to market.
Handling all of the cans each day three times, to load and unload the truck the reporter figured he lifted 20,000 pounds every day….starting at 4:30 a.m. After unloading in the afternoon he changed truck tires at the local station for extra money. Rocky was not lazy…..not ever.
So now we have the fun of seeing his buddies compete with milk cans full of water (which is less weight than milk), running to a dock where they will hoist the cans up as into a truck. There will be teams from all around who will want the trophy of Rocky’s Memorial. Lifters from our State and others were acquainted with Rocky and will want to make a good showing.
I can see Rocky looking down on the event with glee in his eyes. I’m betting if he were still with us, he would win the match single handed…….that’s just the way Rocky did things.
He would stand with arms folded, waiting for his turn to lift…..then when they called his name, he walked up, picked up the weights and set them down…..walking off with a smile. He wasn’t out to show anyone up……he just liked to see how far “he” could go.
Big boys playing with heavy toys was always fun to watch. Their respect and camaraderie for one another was a joy to behold. They dubbed each other with goofy names and were pals.
Rocky loved the sport and the guys…….and they loved him back. Still do!
Until next time, I am,
Essentially Esther
Location being one big factor and then taking on a whole household as well as the finances of another person. With Rocky it wasn’t a total change-over since I will remain in our home and keep everything except his personal belongings. Of course I kept the things most important to me but I also gave a lot to his children in the way of individual sentiment.
With Dale I had to guess at decisions and hope they were ones he would have made. It has been enlightening to see how much we all keep that is worthless and of no value except to take up room. Dale had all of his flying log books, years and years of bank statements, tax records and receipts for almost everything he ever owned.
I hated to glance and pitch but most of all that will never be needed again. He was very punctual about paying bills……most of which were withdrawn electronically. A great line of creditors appreciated his business. Closing accounts and trying to find insurance records were not that easy. However, after almost two months of scrutiny I am coming to the end.
Once the mobile home is sold I will not need to give so much time to the estate. That will free me up to go back to Rocky’s Memorial Meets and finish plans for the first one. It has been set for August 25th and Holly will have a lot of shirts embroidered for sale, Becky and I will have the trophies ready to go and it should be a lot of fun.
His gym buddies always figured he was full of baloney about carrying a full milk can in each hand from the farmers barns back to the truck. (One hundred and twenty five pounds in each hand.) One time Rocky took a picture down to show them where he was indeed on record with the two full milk cans. It wasn’t just an occasional thing but at every stop on his route. He was written up in the Globe Democrat……a paper out of St. Louis, who sent a reporter on his route to see how milk gets to market.
Handling all of the cans each day three times, to load and unload the truck the reporter figured he lifted 20,000 pounds every day….starting at 4:30 a.m. After unloading in the afternoon he changed truck tires at the local station for extra money. Rocky was not lazy…..not ever.
So now we have the fun of seeing his buddies compete with milk cans full of water (which is less weight than milk), running to a dock where they will hoist the cans up as into a truck. There will be teams from all around who will want the trophy of Rocky’s Memorial. Lifters from our State and others were acquainted with Rocky and will want to make a good showing.
I can see Rocky looking down on the event with glee in his eyes. I’m betting if he were still with us, he would win the match single handed…….that’s just the way Rocky did things.
He would stand with arms folded, waiting for his turn to lift…..then when they called his name, he walked up, picked up the weights and set them down…..walking off with a smile. He wasn’t out to show anyone up……he just liked to see how far “he” could go.
Big boys playing with heavy toys was always fun to watch. Their respect and camaraderie for one another was a joy to behold. They dubbed each other with goofy names and were pals.
Rocky loved the sport and the guys…….and they loved him back. Still do!
Until next time, I am,
Essentially Esther
