mr. moss was raised in zion, kentucky (henderson county). most of the families from that area were either farmers or coal miners. mr. moss' father was a coal miner. and, one of mr. moss' favorite stories to tell was how he, too, intended to be a coal miner just like his father.
(i can still see him in his den on the court, sitting in his leather chair, sipping his afternoon toddy from a straw, throwing back a handful of doo-dads (chex mix), and occasionally looking out the window at a random barge heading up the ohio... i can still hear and recall his words, too:)
"dani," he would begin... "when i was a boy living in zion, i always figured i'd be a miner." shrugging his shoulders, cocking his head a little to the right, and lowering the sides of his mouth slightly, he would continue, "that's just what i thought i was supposed to do."
"so, when it came time for me to go to work, i got a job with the coal mine. after spending my first day down in that old, cold mine, i made a decision. i knew i was never going back down into that cold hole." he would chuckle. "i nearly froze to death down there!"
"golly, muggins, i knew i had to do something, though. so, i decided to walk to town and look for a job. and, i did. a really nice fellow, who owned a service station on green street, hired me."
"i worked there for a while, and then i got a job sweeping the floor at the grocery store making ten cents more on the hour. dani, i couldn't even imagine that my life could get any better. i thought i was rich."
"when i took that job at the grocery store, lucy and i started dating. i'd walk over to her house, and then we would walk to the movies." he would laugh. "i think we had a standing date to go to the movies for 10 years before i finally talked her into marrying me!"
"anyway, while i was working at the grocery store, i met a fellow from the first national bank. he always started up conversation with me, you know small talk. one day we were talking, and kind of out of the blue he asked me if i could count money. i told him i could: he hired me right then to come work at the bank for him."
mosses did go to work for the first national bank.
further, before he retired, he had served as both the president of the bank as well as the chairman of the board!!!
only in america:D
(to be continued...)
love and God's blessings,
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