A Tar Kettle for Roofing |
My husband would often take his
teen age brother, Douglas and our son Steve to work with him during the
summer. Doug was 4 months older than our
son, and he lived with us for a period of several years. Five early teens in one house was an
interesting time.
The boys were given simple
tasks to pick up the wrappings from the packs of shingles, and other non
dangerous clean up jobs. If the job was
Tar and Gravel, they had to stay home because this could be more hazardous. Our roofing crew consisted mainly of family,
a cousin, an uncle, and my husband’s step dad.
We often employed an extra man.
Our Step-dad had a habit of
calling our uncle, “Brother-in-law,” instead of his given name. Send up a bucket of hot tar - “Brother-in law.”
Using the pulley, soon a bucket of the hot asphalt would reach the platform at
the top of the roof.
One day we hired a young
black boy as a helper. The men except
for Uncle were all on the roof. Uncle
was the kettle man and they needed another bucket of tar.
The new black boy ambled over to the edge of
the roof. The boy yelled,
“Brother-in-law, send us up a bucket of tar.”
No one could hold a straight
face after that, and they all laughed until their bellies hurt.
Realizing the joke was on him,
our black friend laughed too. The
fellows told him, his name is Ernest, but “Brother-in-law” will get his
attention better! As long as that young
man worked for us, he continued to call our Uncle, “Brother-in-law.”
Many of us have been given a
pet name by someone we love. Be it honey,
dear, sweetie, darling, lover, or something else nice.
We had a friend that they called “Shortie,”one
called “Red,’ for his hair color and another was called “Gimp” because he limped a
bit. Some kinds of nick names can be hurtful.
Amazing enough is the fact
that God not only knows our names, but he knows all about us.
He knew us even when we were
still in our mother’s womb. Psalms_22:10 I was cast upon thee from the
womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.
Even the very hairs on our
head are numbered. Matthew 10:30 But the very hairs of your head are all
numbered.
The book of Revelation says
that one day soon, we will receive a new Heavenly name.
I wonder if it will be
similar as to the woman taking the man’s name at a marriage.
After all there will be a
marriage supper of the Lamb. What a
thought!
I am reminded of the hymn,
“There’s a New Name Written Down in Glory and it’s mine.
This post was inspired by
some thoughts received when I read Floyd’s great post: Enjoy his story here:
http://theregoi.com/finding-floyd/the-beginning-of-faith/
http://theregoi.com/finding-floyd/the-beginning-of-faith/
1 comment:
And I look forward to finding out in heaven what my new name will be. I grin often when thinking of it. Hope it's a "rocky" name since I'm a rock addict. Or a bird addict. See what happens. I'm grinning. Thanks for sharing.
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