Inside the inventor's mind
It was not the kind of a week that residents could enjoy going outside so they attended inside events. The first one was a Protestant service on Sunday, with ball games on Monday and the usual welcome bingo game and chapel on Tuesday.
Wednesday there was a singalong with Nancy and the ice cream cart took over on Thursday with news. Friday was time to relax with Bill and Elaine's music.
A majority of our fellows were in one armed service or another. Several years ago I wrote the story of one of our guys who risked his life for his buddies and had both a citation and the scars to prove it.
After reading the piece one of his children exclaimed "I didn't know that, Dad. You never said anything."
The father answered "Because you never had time to listen."
Thanks to Dorothy Johnson for lending a hand with her husband, Winfred (Ole) Johnson's story while he was occupied otherwise. Ole was born on a farm in Hinman Township. His parents were George and Letty.
After graduating from high school in Deer Creek he managed his father's farm. He married Dorothy Borcher and they have two children.
1954 found Ole and Dorothy living in Downy, Calif., where Ole worked in the aerospace aluminum heat treating department at Astro Aluminum for the next 31 years.
It was while attending an anniversary celebration in Deer Creek, with no plans of making it permanent, that they saw the house across the street.
It looked perfect for them. They were no longer in need of a big house now that the family was grown. Does that sign on the door say For Sale? It did. A couple of months later, they were residents of Deer Creek.
Ole likes to go fishing but doesn't care to hunt deer. It is that sad, stricken look that comes over a deer's face, its eyes, between the time it is hit and dies that Ole can't take.
Ole doesn't see having a bit of time on his hands a bad thing. That is when an inventor works the hardest inventing things. Ole invented a dandy towel-holder as well as an effective door stop for sliding patio doors and many other things.
Alexander Graham Bell's invention of how to send sound on a beam of light was a winner, important and useful, while Edison's view to watch movies through a peep hole in the door flopped big time.
Inventors are seldom bored with life. There are just too many things to still be invented. Where is that car, beyond the experimental stage, that runs on something cheaper and better than gas?
Since I like flowers, how about a yellow geranium?