My father, Bill Blair, was a hardworking, steel-driving man who literally "spent" his life working for his family building and repairing ships at NASSCO. I remember the day we sat in the car praying that he would pass his "chipping" test when he was applying for a job the day after we arrived in San Diego from Ft.Worth. He walked out grinning from ear to ear, and we knew the celebration was on! M & M's and peanuts and hamburgers and french fries were in order. He loved God and regretted not serving full-time as a pastor. As it was, he spent many years teaching Sunday school and always read and studied his Bible. He knew how to fix cars and once told me he still remembered the engine of a Model T Ford by heart. He had ambitions like this, "If I could carry a tune, I could lead singing." He always got a chuckle on that one. When he was in his 60s, he went to Southwestern College to learn sign language. He liked to sign "my little sweetheart" with his chubby, worn fingers, one of them crippled as a baby. I can see them now--the nails, the creases, the strength, and the love they held for me and my sister and brother. He also loved his grand children and his wife, Nadine who he married when she was 16. He had a servant's heart, and I love him dearly.
My father, Bill Blair, was a hardworking, steel-driving man who literally "spent" his life working for his family building and repairing ships at NASSCO. I remember the day we sat in the car praying that he would pass his "chipping" test when he was applying for a job the day after we arrived in San Diego from Ft.Worth. He walked out grinning from ear to ear, and we knew the celebration was on! M & M's and peanuts and hamburgers and french fries were in order. He loved God and regretted not serving full-time as a pastor. As it was, he spent many years teaching Sunday school and always read and studied his Bible. He knew how to fix cars and once told me he still remembered the engine of a Model T Ford by heart. He had ambitions like this, "If I could carry a tune, I could lead singing." He always got a chuckle on that one. When he was in his 60s, he went to Southwestern College to learn sign language. He liked to sign "my little sweetheart" with his chubby, worn fingers, one of them crippled as a baby. I can see them now--the nails, the creases, the strength, and the love they held for me and my sister and brother. He also loved his grand children and his wife, Nadine who he married when she was 16. He had a servant's heart, and I love him dearly.
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