Bob Peyton

I Can Soar Like An Eagle

It took 90 years for me to learn enough to write this story. Now since I am now 90 I may be exaggerating a little, but I did start learning when I was born. Life has been wonderful and I hope I have chance to spend more of it with you. I did not have much chance early in life. I was born right smack in the beginning of the Great Depression. I was fortunate enough to have a younger brother, Don. We did everything together, we worked, we played. we laughed and cried. We did not realize that we were growing up right in the worst of times. We made the best of it. Coming from a poor family with o children there was no chance to get anything at home but enough to keep u alive. But the Great Depression taught us lot about life. That is if you wanted to hustle there was always a way to earn some cash. ow for many of us there was not much chance of getting a school education. There was work, work and more work. Sometime it was helping someone clean out their garage. The payment was we got to keep all of the old scrap metal laying around. We then called old Johnnie, a dear black may who would pickup the scrap, sell it and give us out share. Sometime it was simple s helping the pharmacist by delivering his products. Another job was staying behind at night to help the local grocer clean the stor. Any was you look at it, life was never dull. Back then I never realized that I was learning a lesson in life that would carry me through the years.