He didn't clean house. Never vacuumed, swept, mopped, did dishes or laundry. Grandma did all of the house work. He mowed the grass and did some gardening until I was 10 years old, old enough for me to do all the yard work.
He called me lazy. He called my mother lazy, a fat lazy slob bitch is what he would say.
He screamed at me "FIX ME SOMETHING TO EAT!!"
He had a loud voice. He yelled. That was his tone of voice. Loud, aggressive. Mean, impatient, rude. Cussing out other drivers on the road. If anyone did anything he wasn't expecting he had a fit of rage.
Yet he worked at his teaching job 57 years every day during the school year and he worked almost every evening either umpiring baseball games, referee for football and basketball games for many different schools in many cities in the greater Kansas City MO area.
In the summer he worked full time job monday thru friday painting schools
He was college educated. Intelligent. Hard working. Grandma called him an educated idiot, an ass hole, a jerk, a sonofabitch, bastard, mother fucker. She called him almost every bad name in the book. So weird.
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