Now we have three growing boys and established in a new home. Life is going along well and my job becomes more intresting every day. Working shift work makes things difficult since i can,t be home in the evenings every three months. My shift rotates monthly therefore when i'm working the 3 to 11 shift i don't get to spend much time with them.
Things at church are moving along well and we are growing. We have appointed Elders, and i am now serving as a deacon.
We have relocated the Finishing operation at the plant and have added Chux Disposable Diapers. We are currently the only company producing disposable diapers. We kinda have a saying within the plant that We Cover The Waterfront. Another major product line is the facing for Modess Sanitary Napkins as well as other type disposables for the health care industry.
As a supervisor, i am on salary rather than hourly which makes things better for me.
George had ask if i was goint to tell about my tonsil ordeal. It was just prior to Visking selling the operation to Chicopee that i decided to have my tonsils removed. The doctor had found a spot on my lung and suggested i go to Booneville, Ar. the the TB hospital and be checked out. I was there two weeks being tested everyday for tuberculosis. It was decided the spot on my lung was from Pneumonia i had as a child. Anyway, before going back to work i decided to let Dr. Ritchie take my tonsils out since he thought i needed to. I go into his office and he sits me in a white metal chair and sits down in front of me with a syringe and a water glass of novacaine. He started the process and evertime he tried to give me a shot i would gag. Finally after about 15 minutes he felt i had enough to deaden my tonsils. He started the removal process and everytime he tried i would still gag. It took him about an hour to finally get them out, (i suppose) He was covered in blood all over his white coat, face and the light reflector he wore on his head. I remember him saying that if he ever done it again he would put me in the hospital. I told him he would never do mine again. His expertise was from the army where he had done a lot of them just sitting in a chair. For three weeks i thought i had been ruined for life and had gone through box after box of aspergum. But i eventually got over that ordeal and back on the job.