It is Saturday morning. All we have to do today is put the tub boxes on to protect the tub pipe when they pour the slab for the foundation. We looked in several stores to find tub boxes. The responses were, “What is that?” or “Nope, we don’t carry those.” Stan looked on line and they wanted $15 for each tub box – a little steep for what it is.
So Stan put on the engineering hat and decided he would figure out a way to make a tub box. We went to Walmart and found some plastic tubs at a really cheap price – 2 tubs for $4.50. We needed 8 tubs which came out to a total of $18 total. As you can see it was a lot cheaper than it would have been if we had gotten them on the internet.
Yes, Stan had to do some cutting to make them fit over the pipe that he was trying to protect, but I think he gets an A+ for his engineering of his own tub boxes.
There’s the DIY tub box!
He got two of the boxes totally installed and then there was a terrible racket! And then there was nothing… What’s wrong with the generator!!!???
Here is his eulogy, written by Marvin’s sister Virginia.
“I never expected to need to write a eulogy for my half-brother Marvin Green. My half-siblings on the Harrington side were not long lived. Marvin’s full sister died 12 years ago. I am 80 so my memories have been faded by the years. Marvin Alfred Green was born in Smackover, Arkansas. His father, Johnny Green was working in the oilfields there. Our mother, Linwood Catherine Sims Green, vividly remembered being on the last train out of the area with infant Marvin in her arms during the huge flooding of the Mississippi River in April of that year. She made her way with him to her parents home in Morrilton, Arkansas. She and husband Johnny next lived in Benton, Arkansas.
In 1929 Johnny Green was killed in a logging accident. Linwood was pregnant and again returned to her parent’s home with Marvin. During the course of the pregnancy both of her parents died. Our mother was left pregnant, alone, and soon homeless. In December Marvin’s sister, Johnny Catherine Green was born.My mother never spoke of the circumstances leading to her marriage to my father, Ed Harrington. He had been widowed twice and was 20 years older. In retrospect, I can only describe the often strained relationship as one brought about by mutual need. He had five children and a stepson but only the two younger teenaged boys still lived with him. When I was born in 1933 there were five children in the home, and the depression was at its deepest, in one of the poorest areas in the country. During that year the family moved south about 100 miles to Belfast, Arkansas and a 10 acre farm in a tiny village around a railroad siding. Dad and the boys grew our food, share-cropped and cut pulpwood.
We lived in extremely poor circumstances – but everyone around us was poor. Both parents worked constantly and as soon as we children were old enough, we worked too. My first visual memory of Marvin is of him milking. Another picture in my mind is of him, probably not more than ten or eleven, plowing behind old Bell, barefoot and in blue overalls. Another memory is of him charging into the house, yelling that the crows were in the cornfield and he needed to take the shotgun to scare them off. Our mother being who she was, the gun stayed on the wall. We did have 4H club in our area and he was very proud of personally owning a registered Poland China sow. He had helped the only prosperous farmer around load some hogs and was given the runt of a litter for his work. He hand raised Salamoaney and she did well at the fair. She was probably the gentlest pig who ever lived.
However much work had to be done, school had to come first. Mothers’s father was a college educated Baptist minister descending from a long line of Baptist ministers and college professors. She expected good grades and good behavior and we dreaded bringing home a B on our report cards. Marvin did well at school. As soon as he was old enough he was anxious to find ways to earn money. I can remember him cutting what we called stove wood, wood cut small enough for kitchen cooking stoves, for two dollars a cord. He drove a school bus for one of his high school years – salary was $20.00 a month. His bus driving ended when we moved to the small town of Sheridan in 1944 and were then on the wrong end of the bus route. He soon found an after school and Saturday job in a hardware store. As he was in high school during WWII with many men gone to war, lucrative summer jobs were available for the older boys. He spent one summer in Kansas laying railroad track and came home thin and brown. The next summer he spent as a messenger on the military base at Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Hours bouncing on a motorcycle seat on rough roads resulted in a cracked tailbone and surgery. Our Sims cousins, who were undertakers, brought him home from the hospital using their hearse in lieu of an ambulance. This brought half the neighborhood tearing over to see if he had died.
Marvin Green graduated from Sheridan High School. He promptly headed for California where several of his father’s relatives lived. As I remember, he first worked with his Aunt Anna and her family in the Lancaster-Pearblossom area. He then relocated to the Tulare area with his cousin Charlie Green. He found work in a department store there and met a beautiful dark haired girl who became his wife. Her large family took him as their own and with them he found the family closeness he had never experienced. Together he and Adalena raised three lovely daughters and he was able to provide for them in a way that he had not been provided for. They both took great pride in their homes which were constantly being improved and were beautifully kept by Adalena. Having a good car was important to him and this was another reward for his hard work.
I don’t think it ever occurred to Marvin to not be a good person .He wanted to do well in the world, to raise his family better than he had been raised, and to be a faithful servant of God. In my eyes he was as much of a success as the Bill Gates of this world. I am proud to have been his sister!”
Marvin’s Photo Slideshow
Here are a few photos from the event.
Judy and her sister, Katherine, with Adalena, Marvin’s wife and Judy and Katherine’s mother.
We also had a photo area for people to look through and reminisce.
We were worn out from all our traveling all over the island for the past 2 weeks. It was time to go home the next day. So we spent day of washing, packing, laying out in the sun, and taking naps. We cleaned out the refrigerator for lunch, but decided we needed something different for dinner because for Stan nothing sounded good.
While I was napping he looked on Yelp to find what was available. We decided to go to Star Noodle – an Asian Fusion dinner house. We looked at the pictures of the food that were on Yelp and decided to try it.
From the comments on Yelp, we were warned to expect to have to wait – but we didn’t expect to have to wait 45 minutes. However, we really wanted to try it so we decided to wait.
The restaurant has a “common area” where everyone sits together. Stan sat across from me. Beside me on my left (5 inches away) was an Asian woman who did not speak English. On the other side of me (also 5 inches away) was a man who had come with his family and they were in a big group “together” but right next to us. During dinner Stan said something about Korea and Warren. The Asian man who was beside Stan started talking in English firmly telling us that what we had ordered was not Korean. One of the things we ordered was from one country, this other was from this other country – not from Korea! Then I explained that our son was in Korea and that was what my husband had said. I went on to say that we had no idea what we were eating, but it was good. He calmed down then and said, “Enjoy!” Then he continued his conversation with the woman beside me. You have to be careful what you say!
Our waitress Paulina was very helpful and explained what the different items on the menu were. It was amazing how much food we got.
This is what we ordered:
The Salad (Pohole) Really good!
The soup (Star Udon)
Pork Buns (a favorite)
Pad Thai- not spicy at all
Stan had gone without donuts for 2 weeks, so we HAD to have them. We were really full when we left and so happy that we had tried something different for us.