This is for the Scraplift the person before you. I got to lift from AuntyT. She has a lot of fun lo's in her gallery. I actually had two picked out but last night, when I went back into her gallery, I saw this other lo that I had seen but didn't really pay much attention to, just as I had these two photos from the early '90s laying on my desk for some time now, and had picked them up when I saw her lo, it just clicked. Boom, boom, Bang, I got this one in no time at all! I had fun working with the paint.
The is "Bud". He lived in one side of a duplex in Valparaiso, FL outside of Eglin, AFB back in the '80s. A couple of guys from one of the other shops in my squadron lived in the other side. Bud used to 'party' with us and the guys took care of him. Bud was a widower and he didn't drive. Lived off his measly social security, was former Navy, and loved all us young air force people. The guys took care of him. One by one, they were all getting orders or getting out of the service and leaving him. Then I started taking care of him and he helped me out and watched over my sister when she came down to live with me. But Bud was a dirty old man, too, if you let him get away it! But, I was special in Bud's eye. I reminded him of his daughter who is pictured here with him. Soon, it was my turn to leave FL. What Bud had would never be the same. His sister lived in the area and she was married to some guy who was a big wig with the Meridian/some other bank and real estate (they owned the rental property he lived in) But they were too god for Bud's lifestyle. He was missing his daughter and she'd been wanting him to move home for years, so he agreed to move to CT where she could take care of him. The year I moved to PA, Bud moved to East Haven CT, the next town over from his daughter. When I went to visit him, his daughter insisted I stay with her and we had a good time.
Bud used to play the lottery all the time. He would buy three lottery tickets. One for him, one for me and one for both of us. The one for him he always said he'd have to share with his family and he would also share with me, the one for me I could do as I wished. and the one for the both of us, we'd split 50/50.
After I finished this lo, I had thought of buying a lottery ticket, but it was after 7:30. Bud died in 1999 or 2000 about a year after I last went to visit him. Somewhere I have the letter and little momento his daughter mailed me. I love how this page turned out. Thanks Tayrah for the inspiration!
Check out her lo: http://www.scrapbook.com/galleries/589773/view/3602165/0/1.html