This is a tale my wife told me about her Dad which goes back long before this picture was taken. In 1954 times were hard he had no steady work and the house where he lived with his family was under a possible demolition order. They had some limited savings for a mortgage deposit, but could find no property within their budget and without guaranteed, steady work no one would lend them the money anyway.
One morning her Mum was preparing breakfast when her Dad noticed an old man sitting on the bench outside in the street. It was a small community and so it struck him as strange.
The old man explained that he had lost his pension book, had no money and had to wait several days for the Post Office to sort it out. Her Dad took him into the house and told his wife to give the man his breakfast. She explained that there wasn’t enough for two. At the time he was working as a labourer and the cooked breakfast was the only meal he had to sustain him during his day’s toil.
“No matter,” he said. “The old man is in more need of it than I am.” His wife obliged and the old man ate heartily. When he finished his meal he blessed the house and the family, which although well received, was not taken too seriously. He was obviously not a priest, but leaving no name or information about himself he left never to be seen again.
Copyright Bert Hardy (Pinterest)
Shortly after this episode my wife’s Dad was offered a full time, permanent job. He worked for that company most of his life. With a permanent job he secured a mortgage on a family home in a lovely part of Edinburgh and never looked back. It makes you think. 🙂