Still another Heavenerite signs in
My name is Paul Riggins, most people from Heavener remember me as P.A. Since my dad was also Paul, it was just easier to be known as P.A. John Inman sent me an invite to this blog. I told him I have never been involved in a blog but will give it try. I graduated in 1965 and went to junior college at Wilburton for two years. At the end of my second year, I received my draft notice in the mail. Instead of being drafted, I thought I would do the smart thing and enlist. The only branch I could get into that fast was the Army. I was in the Army for four years spending time in Gardner, Ks; Dillsboro, In; Korea; and Fort Sill. When I got out, I went back to school in Durant for two years. I went to work for the Oklahoma Employment Security Commission two days before I graduated. I received my award for working thirty five years with the state this last May. I'm married to Sharon who grew up in Oklahoma City. I have two sons and one daughter. I have an eleven year old grandson from my oldest son and a eighteen month old granddaughter with my youngest son. My daughter is still not married and I'm looking for her a husband. I have lived in Edmond, Ok for the last thirty three years.
A couple of days ago, I went out the front door and forgot to lock it when I came back in. My wife discovered the front door unlocked the next morning and could not believe how I had put us in danger by leaving the door unlocked all night. This made me think about growing up in Heavener. My parents never locked a door to the house. I can't remember if we even locked the house when we went on vacation. I never had a key to the house even after I went off to college in Wilburton. My dad drove this old truck with build in compartments all over the back of the truck where he kept his tools and electrical supplies. The truck was never locked. This was such a safe and wonderful time to grow up as a kid. Something my grandchildren will never know.
3 Comments:
Welcome, Paul. I, too remember those halcyon days in Heavener when a locked door was unheard of.
P.A. (or Paul, as you now call it), you did a good job. I knew you would. Just keep writin' 'em.
Welcome to the group, PA. Thanks for sharing with us and letting us know what you've been up to all these years. We're looking forward to reading more from you.
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