Septic tanks helped educate me...
Septic tanks helped educate me. We moved to Oregon in 1946. Dad and a friend buried a
tank at our place. You don't expect to see the septic tank again after that. But rain
saturated the soil; the empty tank arose overnight.
My junior year of high school, I hoped to play football and wanted a physically
demanding summer job. My sister's husband helped me find employment with a building
contractor. I enjoyed hammering nails and finding materials for the carpenters. They even
let me saw boards. Many of them I cut too short. That led to my second septic tank
