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My partner, former brother-in-law, had a real sensitive heart for elderly ladies,
especially those living alone, more times widowed, having lost their life partners.
They were in fear of service people, strangers coming into their homes, taking
advantage but they never felt that with him around, his sense of caring.

He was raised in Hawaii, grandson and nephew to a group of "Aunties", as they were
referred to. He had a troubled youth and his sweet caring local ladies were there to
save him. That deep sense of Aloha reached everywhere needed with him. He took care
of his "Old Ladies" instructing me to charge them minimum-charge for the repair work,
regardless of what was needed, what was done, just because. I completely understood
because I, as a young "haoli", was allowed the family relationship of those Hawaiians
while I went to college, the trips up the Kalihi valley to the family large
plantation, the uncles on weekends sitting at the base of, always, the same palm
tree, drinking Primo and Auntie Happy with her constant generosity and smile.

And the furnace customers all remembered Gordon, thinking he was Norwegian with his
accent. He was the real handsome furnace man. I watched and made note as I worked
with him on occasion. And this reminds me of a few instances where we were caught
with perhaps too much attention on the part of elderly ladies like the time we got
called out on New Years Eve, just before midnight.

Two ladies lived together, both widows for how long we didn't know. They were in
somewhat a festive mood, each with a drink in her hand. After all, it was time to
party, again, just as midnight arrived.

They stuck to us like glue as I, seeing the opportunity to remain in my given sense
of shy, dropped the tools at the base of the oil burner to assume most of the work of
getting them heat again. My partner began talking to them as they attended us with
the ongoing surplus enthusiasm. And then he told them he grew up in Hawaii.

That particular bit of information opened an already generous flood gate.

I kept working on the furnace as he was literally dragged away into the living room.
This home was single level so I was able to stay attuned to the goings on and I
worked on the oil pump making things smelly. I was rather enjoying the festivities.
Pretty soon the stories of recent surgeries surfaced and when I came around to the
opposite end of the furnace I saw one lady, having lifted her dress above her knee,
explaining her recent knee surgery to a not quite so enthusiastic furnace man wishing
he could go home.

Then, having finished up, I was done testing. I heard the organ in the living room
come to life and my partner was being serenaded with the Hawaiian Love Song. I then
decided it was already enough torture for him. We needed leave with my fabricated
story about another cold customer waiting for us to get them heat (Not into heat)

I suppose we brought some sense of pleasure to the household of two. I also realized
they could not have intentionally made their furnace quit just to get some company.
But, all in all we, no, rather just my partner, got them in a more festive mood and
they were drinking the entire time. And so we didn't partake. We escaped with the
understanding we needed to go on to another lonely lady somewhere with a broken
furnace. When I got home I would relate the entire tale to my wife and she, of
course, would feel empathy for the two elderly ladies spending New Years alone
(with only two younger stinky furnace repair guys to keep them company)

"Happy New Year," and we were off, exhausted.

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Description
My partner, former brother-in-law, had a real sensitive heart for elderly ladies,
especially those living alone, more times widowed, having lost their life partners.
They were in fear of service people, strangers coming into their homes, taking
advantage but they never felt that with him around, his sense of caring.

He was raised in Hawaii, grandson and nephew to a group of "Aunties", as they were
referred to. He had a troubled youth and his sweet caring local ladies were there to
save him. That deep sense of Aloha reached everywhere needed with him. He took care
of his "Old Ladies" instructing me to charge them minimum-charge for the repair work,
regardless of what was needed, what was done, just because. I completely understood
because I, as a young "haoli", was allowed the family relationship of those Hawaiians
while I went to college, the trips up the Kalihi valley to the family large
plantation, the uncles on weekends sitting at the base of, always, the same palm
tree, drinking Primo and Auntie Happy with her constant generosity and smile.

And the furnace customers all remembered Gordon, thinking he was Norwegian with his
accent. He was the real handsome furnace man. I watched and made note as I worked
with him on occasion. And this reminds me of a few instances where we were caught
with perhaps too much attention on the part of elderly ladies like the time we got
called out on New Years Eve, just before midnight.

Two ladies lived together, both widows for how long we didn't know. They were in
somewhat a festive mood, each with a drink in her hand. After all, it was time to
party, again, just as midnight arrived.

They stuck to us like glue as I, seeing the opportunity to remain in my given sense
of shy, dropped the tools at the base of the oil burner to assume most of the work of
getting them heat again. My partner began talking to them as they attended us with
the ongoing surplus enthusiasm. And then he told them he grew up in Hawaii.

That particular bit of information opened an already generous flood gate.

I kept working on the furnace as he was literally dragged away into the living room.
This home was single level so I was able to stay attuned to the goings on and I
worked on the oil pump making things smelly. I was rather enjoying the festivities.
Pretty soon the stories of recent surgeries surfaced and when I came around to the
opposite end of the furnace I saw one lady, having lifted her dress above her knee,
explaining her recent knee surgery to a not quite so enthusiastic furnace man wishing
he could go home.

Then, having finished up, I was done testing. I heard the organ in the living room
come to life and my partner was being serenaded with the Hawaiian Love Song. I then
decided it was already enough torture for him. We needed leave with my fabricated
story about another cold customer waiting for us to get them heat (Not into heat)

I suppose we brought some sense of pleasure to the household of two. I also realized
they could not have intentionally made their furnace quit just to get some company.
But, all in all we, no, rather just my partner, got them in a more festive mood and
they were drinking the entire time. And so we didn't partake. We escaped with the
understanding we needed to go on to another lonely lady somewhere with a broken
furnace. When I got home I would relate the entire tale to my wife and she, of
course, would feel empathy for the two elderly ladies spending New Years alone
(with only two younger stinky furnace repair guys to keep them company)

"Happy New Year," and we were off, exhausted.

AND MORE STARTING HERE
www.deviantart.com/allyfutzus/…