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    But God . . .
    But God . . .
    But God . . .
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    But God . . .

    By Jim Seigel

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    But God . . . is a synopsis of Jim Seigels life, beginning with his experiences before grade school and continuing through college, romance, marriage, and parenting. He recollects memories of travel, work, and time spent with his family that reveal so many But God moments where God moved powerfully in his life, culminating in a spectacular spiritual transformation. Jim and his wife, Ann, pray that these true events will be an inspiration to those who read this book.
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    Release dateSep 15, 2016
    ISBN9781524638610
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      But God . . . - Jim Seigel

      But God …

      Jim Seigel

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      © 2016 Jim Seigel. All rights reserved.

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      Published by AuthorHouse 09/15/2016

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-3862-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-3861-0 (e)

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      Contents

      Preface

      1 A Beginning

      2 School Years

      3 College

      4 Romance

      5 Marriage

      6 Our Family

      7 A Man Has To Work

      8 Where We Lived

      9 Buying Our Farm

      10 Health Issues

      11 Unique Occasions

      12 Travel

      13 But God

      Preface

      In 2013, I began to feel that I was supposed to write an autobiography. I had no idea why, but when I mentioned this to my children and grandchildren, they unanimously agreed that I should. They must want to know what goes on in the mind of a retired CPA. I’ve never had a talent for writing, so the idea seemed a little unusual, but with the encouragement of my family, I went ahead and did it. I’ve never kept a diary, so only those things I can still remember are included. As such, when writing this book, I prayed that God would allow me to remember those things that were most important. I was indeed fortunate to have my granddaughter, Katie, who majored in English and Writing, to edit my book.

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      Me with Katie and Ann

      1

      A Beginning

      I WAS BORN DECEMBER 14, 1935 at 119 E. Madison Street in Auburn, Indiana. My parents, Herman and Myrtle, named me James but called me Jimmy. I’m sure that they wished me to be a girl, since I was the fourth and last child and they already had 3 boys: Herman (Herm), Jr., born on August 28, 1928; Richard, born on March 3, 1930; and Robert (Bob), born on January 25, 1932. Several pictures at home showed me to be a blondie with long curly hair.

      My dad was a hardworking man who had a job as a molder at the Auburn Foundry. I know he would have loved to have a job that wasn’t so hard on his lungs, but Mom didn’t want him to leave a steady job and risk unemployment, especially during the Depression. My mom took in laundry to wash, dry, and iron for people. She was a hard worker and had a number of steady customers. I remember that after we got television in the 50s, she would sit in front of the television set many nights ironing with a rotary iron. She would place clothes, sheets, or pillowcases in the roller and run them through a rather large press. She picked up the clothes from her customers, washed them, dried them (on the line either in the basement or outdoors), and then delivered them back to the customer. I’m sure that, even combined, both my parents’ incomes were insufficient for a family of six.

      My folks weren’t rich in money, but they were rich in love. My brothers and I love our childhood memories, and we never lacked anything important. Mom and Dad were longtime members of Trinity Lutheran Church in Auburn, an affiliate of the Lutheran Church, Missouri Synod. They were also staunch Democrats. I was baptized as a baby at Trinity, and was confirmed in 1948 after taking Confirmation classes.

      I don’t recall many of my experiences as a child. A few stand out, however. When I was about three or four, my parents became concerned about my vision. They had noticed visual defects and took me to an eye doctor, who suggested that I go to the Bluffton clinic. The doctor there suggested that I had a condition called Lazy Eye Syndrome. He gave my parents a black patch and told them to make me wear it over my left eye, saying that would make me use the right eye. Mom and Dad obliged, only to have me continually throw the patch in the coal bin. After I did this several times, they were puzzled. It took them some time to determine that I threw the patch away because I couldn’t see. I even remember them saying, Jimmy’s a good boy. There must be some reason he’s doing this. In a further checkup, it was finally determined that I was truly blind in my right eye.

      Another memory that I recall occurred when I was six or seven and wanted to fool my dad. We had placed a grocery box in the living room, and I decided to hide in it while my dad was taking a shower in the basement. I apparently didn’t do a very good job, because Dad knew exactly where I was. He pretended not to know and yelled at Mom that the box shouldn’t be in the middle of the living room. He proceeded to pick up the box and said he was taking it to the burn pile. That scared me, so I jumped, causing him to lose control of the box and drop it. When I fell, I broke my arm and had to wear a sling for some time.

      When I was about seven or eight years old, Bob was quarantined with scarlet fever. Richard and Herm were shipped out to the families of their friends, while Bob and I were unable to leave the house for several weeks, since Mom figured at my age, I should be at home. My memory of this is rather faded, but it seems to me that I was quite bored.

      One day when I was about twelve years old, I was frustrated with my dad. I looked him in the eye and proclaimed, Forty-five years old, and not a brain in your head! It wasn’t one of my better moments. I received a good whipping for that comment, and learned to respect my parents as a result.

      Since I was the youngest of four boys, my three brothers were constantly teasing me and trying to stir up my temper. They regularly put horseradish in my mashed potatoes because they knew it would make me mad. One time I exploded and threw a spoonful at them. I missed and the potatoes splattered all over the wall. I don’t know why I still remember that, but my outburst must have had some harsh consequences.

      Another thing my brothers would do was wake me up when they got home from a date. They would tell me that it was time for school, when it was actually only about midnight. Since they were dressed, I would believe them, and once I finished dressing and getting ready, they would say they were just teasing and that I should go back to bed. I would always get so mad, which only encouraged them to play more pranks on me in the future.

      Once I reached the age of ten or eleven, it was time for me to get a job. As my three brothers had done, I began caddying at the golf course, which was only a short walking distance north of where we lived. Some of the bags I carried were almost as large as I was. I remember early in my caddying career, I was caddying for two ladies and walking across the bridge on the 6th hole. I fell into the creek – bags and all. The sweet ladies told me to go home to get dry, and I think they even paid me for the full round, which was about 75 cents at the time. Caddies were picked on quite a bit; at least I was. I remember the other caddies making me crawl through their legs while they smacked me on my rear end. One time they even forced me to drink urine. Despite all of this, however, I still enjoyed caddying.

      Following in my brothers’ footsteps, I later did other jobs on the golf course. One year, I worked as salesman and clerk at the caddy shop, selling refreshments and golf supplies. For several years I worked on the greens committee, mowing the greens and cutting the rough areas. I remember on one occasion, I was cutting grass in the rough areas by hand and came across a snake. I have always been dreadfully scared of snakes. In this instance, I was so scared I ran out and waved down Chuck Blevins, a childhood friend, to trade me jobs. He was mowing fairways with a driving mower, which seemed

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