skate number 001

This is a skating number from 1929.  Amy has copied over Pete’s writing  to preserve its message.  It was signed by Pete and it says, “skate number I stole over at Pritchett while I was skating.”  Daring young lad!

Since the number was 16 and his age was 16, I guess it was just too tempting for him!  I have written before about how fiercely honest daddy was regarding money, I’m sure many in our family will be surprised to see in his own hand about his stealing this skate number!

Pete and Amy did have arguments when I was a child; Amy would cry.  And Pete would go back to the field.  The arguments were always about money.  Amy would make an order from the Sears and Roebuck catalog then ask for money to send it off.  Amy was not a spendthrift neither was Pete a tightwad.  The money wasn’t available!  These years were in the late 30’s and early 40’s.  I remember “commodity day.”

Karen (younger daughter)  says she remembers a time when Pete told Amy there would come a time when she wouldn’t need to ask him again.  He would have what she needed and she could have it.  He was true to his word.  Amy did not spend what they did not have, and Pete knew she was trustworthy and would not spend beyond their need.   I now realize how much Pete loved Amy and how satisfied he must have been when he gave her her own personal check book!


Thinking this over I see the hand of our precious Father God when he says to “ask and ye shall receive.”  God’s resources are not limited; however, he may limit us to the amount that we can care for properly.  We must prove ourselves to be trustworthy and not to “ask amiss.”  There may be other issues beyond what I understand but it is not lack of love.

(Another Pete and Amy story on this Father’s Day week.)




About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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4 Responses to PETE AND AMY #2

  1. Debbie L says:

    Thank you for sharing! What great family memories!

  2. oneta hayes says:

    Thanks for reading and reminding me how blessed I have been in that way. God’s promises are everlasting, and He will faithfully keep them. We had some prompt the other day that asked, “What would you most hate to fail at?” (at least that was close) Immediately I though “I would most hate to fail at being a grandmother.” I didn’t write but the thought is sincere. I want my grand children to see Jesus in me! We are in such a “depressed” culture, they don’t have the opportunity to see Him very many places. I take that back; they do have the opportunity, but most of our .daily living practices tend more to the allure of the wicked.

  3. This is such a sweet and vivid picture of your dad. Thank you for sharing and for making his ordinary, principled life a grand work of art we can all wish we had.

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