Dear A.J. Pack Co. (4-3-06)
I gathered another idea: Since my offer may be a detour in your pursuit, If you find me some 3 months help, I'd pay you as my agent, 10% of what this employee (you acquire) costs me. Job description would be: General assistant in a trampoline business. $15.00 per hour to start, for willingness to learn and do. Operation skills (limited) with (general service) wrench- hammer- saw- broom- welder - sewing machine - delivery - sales- shipping. I feel that you feel that this job is something like 65% detour 30% treading water, and 5% opportunity. So don't let even Grandpa change you direction if it is as I've guessed above.
With Love, Grandpa
Editorial Note: I am now entering this letter in January 2015. I lost my dear grandpa almost one year ago. Re-reading it makes me remember how he sat me down in his shop, during a visit shortly before Jeff would graduate. He wanted us to move out to Caldwell and help him run things, which I'm pretty sure at the time had no appeal whatsoever to me. Part of me wishes that I had gone just to be with him, to learn from him. Another part of me tells me I did the right thing for me and Jeff, which was to start 'real' careers. Our 'real' careers didn't lead us very far very fast so I don't know. Every decision we make can lead to totally different path so I will never know where that path would have led. But I am glad that I had a grandpa who loved me enough to make me the offer then let me refuse. He was a very generous if stubborn man. Loved him then, love him now. I hope I never forget.
Another letter from Grandpa, date not known, but around the same time:
[In calligraphy] Dear Andrea Just a word to say "Hello" so "Hello".
I sent you a deal to draw up the other day and I was afraid it might be put on a back burner if I didn't sent some $. Let me know at the shop- Grandma might have questions, and when things are only in the possibility stage, it is easy to be put in the tight corner of "why"? I'm on borrowed time so I'm not supposed to think - dream - or plan.
Love, Grandpa Val
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