Windmill On My Mind

When I was growing up we had the nicest man who repaired windmills for a living. I loved when he would come to our ranch because he would usually bring his two daughters which meant I would have instant company. His daughters were always so kind to play with me although they were quite a bit older. Growing up on a ranch meant there was no stream of playmates dropping to play everyday.  A visit from the windmill man usually meant I would have some “grown up” girls to play with!

One day my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Embry,  gave me a big hug and whispered to me how lucky I was to have such a nice dad. She explained that my daddy had given Mr. M a way to resume his livelihood after his terrible accident. She went on to tell me how appreciative so many people in town were that my dad was helping this man regain his life.  I remember being so very proud of my dad, but I also did not have a clue what she was talking about. I had not heard any discussion at home, but Mrs. Embry’s statement was definitely one of those defining moments you hear people talk about.

I later found out that Mr. M had some sort of accident and lost total use of his legs. As if that were not terrible enough he had also lost his ability to do what he loved to support his family. Enter my dad… he evidently figured out how to make a platform that could be hoisted up and down the windmills where Mr. M could get on and get to the top of the windmill to do his repair work. Problem solved. He continued to work on our windmills for many years.

I have always loved windmills. I love the way they look, the way they sound, the way they stand tall. But honestly, I think that every time I look at a windmill it reminds me of a kind man who stood tall to help a fellow friend regain a productive life.

Thanks dad, for making a difference.

This is an old photo of one of the windmills Mr. M repaired when I was growing up.

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Comments

  1. What a great story! I too, love windmills. Great photo too 🙂

    • weekendcowgirl says:

      Thanks. Do not even know where the photo came from. I had it in a box. Maybe more stories will come out of box…

  2. I think your story is about my Dad, he was hit by a drunk driver, it changed our family life, your Father was a wonderful
    man I have very found memories of your family

    • weekendcowgirl says:

      Linda, yes this is about your dad. He was such a wonderful man. I have such fond memories of you and your sister coming with your dad. It is wonderful for us to come full circle….

  3. Thank you for your story, I have always loved windmills and now I know why. I will look for you when I come home, There is so much to be said about small towns and the great people who live there. Thanks for remenbering Mac, you and your family enriched our lives

    • weekendcowgirl says:

      Can you email me? Just hit the little bottle cap on top right of my blog that has a white evelope on it and I will email you back. I could not get your email to go through from my end.

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