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Paul Andrew Shriner
b.8 Aug 1919 Fairfield Township, Westmoreland Co, Pennsylvania
d.7 Mar 2002 Washington, Washington Co, Pennsylvania
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m. 10 Aug 1940
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Paul Andrew Shriner was born on August 08, 1919 in Fairfield Township, Westmoreland County Pennsylvania. My dad got married to my mother, June Etta Lambert, on August 10, 1940 at Washington, Washington Co, Pennsylvania. They had three children and adopted the forth from their daughter Nancy. He died on March 7, 2002, and was buried on March 10, 2003 at Maple Creek Cemetery, Bentleyville, Washington Co, Pennsylvania.
 Times we shared: My father worked for 36 years in a coal mine. He also worked on farms, for a butcher, and for a feed delivery company. When my dad went to work at the coalmines, he wore overalls with patches, work shirt, wide belt to carry his lantern battery on, and his hard miner’s hat, with carbite on it. Carbite is hard to explain, it’s little granules that you filled up this light dampen it and it showed light. A special outing with my father was when dad and me were hauling stock to the sale barn. Another time he took me hunting. My dad used a safety razor to shave in his early years, but later in life when he was sick he used an electric razor. My dad didn’t have very good handwriting. My mother spent her day taking care of the house and raising her children, later on her grandchildren. She never did any volunteer work or outside of the homework, because taking care of the home and us was enough work for her. My mom’s best dress was a cotton housedress. To me mom was beautiful no matter what she wore. Mom never dressed fancy. A special outing with my mom was when we went to town to pick up my paycheck. I took her to a restaurant to eat. It was just me and my mom, this was really nice. Mom never had a best recipe. Everything she cooked was good, even though the recipes came from a cookbook. I had no special dessert recipe. I liked them all different pies, cakes, cookies, cream puffs etc. I had many favorite meals, but was partial to spaghetti, ravioli etc. I guess it was my favorite because I liked Italian food. As a child, I never had a favorite dish, except for mom’s gingerbread. However, I do not have a recipe for it. My mom did some embroidery work. My mom’s handwriting was pretty good. She was a neat writer. When I was growing up, we had some times that were rough, especially when the coalmines would strike. One year when the coal mine went on strike, I remember us going without food, but usually not for long, even if dad had to pan handle he’d get us food. The affect it had on me was despite how young I was, I knew on the occasions I went hungry my folks were doing their best. I loved them and appreciated them for it. I knew if I prayed hard enough God would feed us, and through him we always found a way. My family drove lots of different cars, trucks, etc. Some were real nice (especially the trucks), but I was never proud or embarrassed about any of them. I was just thankful we had a way to get around. Growing up my family and I would walk around town a lot, and we sometimes took a bus or car. The earliest trip I recall, I threw up and the bus driver made us get off the bus. I don’t think we had to go without things my friends had. My mom handled the money. When we were flooded out, it was really bad. I was young (about eight years old). If things had went differently, we could have drowned. My sister and I were alone, and my folks got back from the store about fifteen minutes before the flash flood hit. The winter storm I remember most was back in 1950, and I lived in Bentleyville, Pennsylvania. It snowed so much that it caved in people’s house roofs. Funeral homes couldn’t pick up bodies, so people had to put the bodies out on porches etc. The stores ran real short of food, because no trucks could get through. My parents’ relationship was ok, mostly loving. Yes like everyone they had their differences and arguments. They were both jealous over each other, and this caused problems. As a rule, I usually got along fine with my parents. My mom had one way of looking at things, and sometimes I’d disagree. But when I did disagree, I usually kept my disagreements and thoughts to myself, and didn’t argue with her. On the weekends, we would go to the mountains, go fishing, or go to the movies. When we went to the mountains, we took a basket of food and had a picnic. Coming home, we would stop at the spring and all get a drink. Sometimes we would visit relatives, and most of the time when relatives were visited it was us going to them, but once in awhile they came to visit us. There were no special visits, just enjoyed each other’s company. Sometimes we’d go to my Grandparents’ house and along the way (walking) dad would pick us fresh wild strawberries. My parents were interested in the news. What they were interested in all depended on my age. Another words; it depended on what was happening in the world around us. For example, when I was eleven, we were interested in presidential election news, but later on in 1963 we were interested in Kennedy’s association. My parents and grandparents influenced my life profoundly. What they did that I agreed with I kept. What I disagreed with I didn’t do in my lifetime. The sound of my mom holding me and singing songs to me brings back sweet memories. The hardest thing I ever had to do was after I was grown and I stood and held my mother’s hand while she died. Of course, every time I lost a loved one, rather uncle, aunt, grandparents, etc. especially when losing my mom and dad, brought me sadness, and I consider it a tragedy. My most treasured possession is my photos, because I enjoy looking at them and remembering. My photos are in a album. I get them out and look at them every so often. I also have a blanket with a tiger, which was given to me by my mother.
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