Stanley Stories– by Louise

Stanley and a crew was working and a car was coming- too fast. It rolled and turned upside down and slid in front of them. A man jumped out yelling, "My Kids, My Kids." Sarge went running a block away, to get a front end loader to lift the car.

The man kept yelling and digging to get under the car. Stanley and three other men tried to help him. They managed to lift it and he dived under it. He started throwing out kids. He throwed out five, they weren't hurt.

Stanley had an engineer, he drank too much. He couldn't drive. They had to go and get him to come to work. He was needed on the job, so they went and got him mornings. And they took him home evenings.

They had a big pile of loose dirt in the middle of the road that they were working on. A car come too fast and landed on its wheels, right on top. A young flagman come running up to Stanley, "Did you see that?" Stanley said "Yes, and there's going to be another one, if you don't get back out there with that flag." The young woman inside was dead. 2016-I asked Stanley about that story. He said that he didn't remember it. "It might have happened.''

At Stanley’s house, I asked his kids how bad- that his memory is. They said that “It is whether you asked Stanley or Jackie.”

Stanley and Jackie had not been married many years, and her family all come. The sewer stopped up. Stanley worked and finally got it unstopped. He called all the kids into the living room. He held a roll of toilet paper in his hand. He rolled off and counted, “One two three. That’s all that you need. One two three." Now, years later, Jackie may walk past the bathroom door and hear grown grandchildren saying,

"One, two, three---One, two, three."

2017-I asked Nancy and Judy if either one of them would write the story of

Stanley Sr. and Jr. They both threw up their hands. "But I would love to read it."