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Then Molly told me what Gerald had called about. He wanted her to help bankroll a new development he was working on. He said he needed about a half a million dollars to get the investment off the ground and wanted her to sign over the house and land Molly's parents had left her when they passed away. He said he could use the property as collateral on a loan.
Molly said that Gerald would give her a one third interest of the investment if she would front the money he needed. Gerald told her that he had a temporary cash flow problem and that's why he came to Molly.
"He's always got a cash flow problem," Molly told me. "Just before we came here he was in debt up to his ears. I think he thought he could hide out here for a while. You know how well that worked."
I sat with my coffee and cigar and didn't say anything more. Molly was on my lap but kept leaning back to look at me. She was obviously waiting for me to make some comment about what to do.
"Well, what do you want to do Will? Should we make the investment? If it pans out we could make a lot of money. I mean go to hell type money."
"Not my place to say, it's your inheritance and your decision Honey." I had no intention of getting into the world of high finance. "It's not my money; I shouldn't have an opinion about it."
"No, it's our decision and it's your money too. Remember, "With this ring I thee wed, and all my worldly goods I thee endow?" That was part of our vows too," Molly reminded me. "That goes both ways you know."
"Good old Gerald doesn't have the greatest track record with his investments. I will say one more thing and then I'm out of it. Do we really need all that money? We're doing fine without it."
The next morning Molly called Gerald and turned him down. Smart girl. She did get rid of the house and land though. Molly donated the house and three acres to be used as a shelter for battered and abused women. It was a cause that her parents had been involved in. Then she sold the land to one of Gerald's rivals; it was sort of a poke in the eye for good old Gerald. Our savings account got a lot larger very quickly.
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Molly and I now have two sons, Lewis and William with a third child due in five months. Uncle Lewis only lived for two years after we were married, but he was with us long enough to see his namesake born. Aunt Mary followed Lewis less than a year later. There wasn't anything really wrong with her; I just don't think she wanted to continue without Lewis. Two wonderful and loving people that we will miss very much. We were lucky to have them in our lives.
Lewis and Mary's son, Joseph came back for both funeral services. After the service for Aunt Mary, he suggested that we buy the farm that Lewis and Mary had lived on for many years. We did and moved into their house and will raise our children there.
As time progressed, Molly and I have become very active in helping to preserve the heritage of Van Buren. So much so that Molly is now on the board of supervisors for that organization.
I guess that clearly says we have been accepted as locals by those who matter.
Quote: Life goes on
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoI love this story. At the age of 42, I met and married a woman that was 7 years older than me. She had a high school education. I had a degree in chemical engineering. It took only a short time after we married for me to realize she had much more natural intelligence me. She was also much quicker and wittier than me. She was a genius in money management. She was very loving and protective of her loved ones. I told her every day how lucky I felt that she loved me.
I had 36 years with her. She passed on her 86th birthday.
A word of caution - We were so satisfied in our own world that we made very few casual friends outside our marriage. It makes for a lonely life when your best friend is gone. But, I am the luckiest man alive for having her for 36 years.
Anonymousover 1 year agoGOOD STORY..........WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS GRANDFATHERS ESTATE ??????............. ALSO WRONG FULL DEATH OF HIS FAMILY INCLUDING HIS GRANDPARENTS .........IM NOT FOLLOWING THAT...........I KNOW OF MANY MARAGIES OF DIFERENCE OF AGE ...................MY AUNT WAS 15 YRS OLDER THAN MY UNCLE......IT NEVER MATTERED........
Anonymousover 1 year agoGood story, although in the beginning after the flood, he should have found a more appealing lawyer to file suit for his family's wrongful death. If he didn't want to keep the $, he could have always donated it.
Anonymousover 2 years ago@Welsh_Gent
I was asking myself the same question. Wouldn't he even inherit from his siblings if they hadn't any (surviving) children?
lukeshortover 2 years agoAnother good one. I haven't read all of Woodmanone's stories but, I haven't read one I didn't like. 5*
Welsh_Gentover 4 years agoAs the only Grandchild left from the only child his grandparents had, did he not receive an inheritance from his grandparents?
Anonymousabout 5 years agoJust a point of information: You stated that Lewis and Mary was his grand father’s uncle and aunt. That would make him their great-grand nephew. His grand father’s siblings would be grand uncle or grand aunt. Also according to Wikipedia, no one died from the dam failure. Five people (the family of the State Park superintendent was injured) in a house were injured when the water wave hit the house.
Chief3Blanketabout 6 years agoWoody just writes one fine tale after another. I am in the process of reading them all again for the third time. I think I have figured out one reason I really enjoy and like his stores. It is he tells a story, a yarn, a tall tale, It is not one bedroom romp after another. His stories are not loaded with graphic explicit sex. Sex is in the stories, but it is implied and fits the story. I know, when it comes to written sex I have a Hays Office point of view.
racfguyabout 8 years agoAs a "city-dwelling northerner" who relocated to the Ozarks quite a few years ago, I can attest to the fact that 'newcomers' have to work hard to be accepted in the communities in the area.
We came here because we wanted a more laid-back and less hectic life (and to escape northern winters LOL) .
Make no mistake - the folks here are good people, but can be a little standoffish. They especially don't cotton to those who come to the area and try to make it like where they moved from. I say if it was so great where you came from, why the hell didn't you stay there?
As the newspaper says " 'tis a privilege to live in the Ozarks."
Anonymousover 8 years agoI lived in small towns and on small farms both in the mid west and the mid south most of my life. any one who wants to get along will not be accepted by just moving in. Go to the general store and get a cup of coffee, talk to folks and listen! to them, most will respond, go to the local church. when I was in the navy I lived in a small town in middle Tennessee, I met a new sailor at the base from my home town, which by the way was now a city. he wanted to live in the country so I took him out to Mumford. We went into the bank where I introduced him and his new bride and asked about a place to rent. His answer was he did not know of a place. Up north or in a big city you just say thank you and leave. Not in the south or anywhere in the real county, so we discussed the weather, the new calves and foals the cotton crop etc. during this time he mentioned a sign at one place, heard of a family moving. when we left we had several places to check out. I told my friend to remember that. The bank manager talked slow and thought slow but was not a dummy.he just needed time to think. this works in any small town or community except California, most farmers there are just city folk who own land. you have to get into the foothills to find the good people.
Ed Grocott
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