My grandfather, Harley R. Cheville, was a kind and considerate man who worked hard all his life and had to have work to do every day. I remember he was always calm, cool and had a smile for someone.
My grandparents lived on 110 Center St. for many years. The house is no longer there, the city bought up properties in the area to build a facility in the 1980s. But the tree planted in the front yard grows there today. If you go to the corner of Center Avenue and East 2nd Street, the tree is on the corner, near the stop sign. You can see it on Google maps.
He worked for the railroad as a crossing attendant. But when automated crossing arms were installed he, and many other men, were out of jobs. He began working for the city of Ames. He operated bulldozers, dump trucks, etc. After retiring from the city, and after the city bought up the homes in the area where they lived, my grandparents moved to a mobile home court on Duff Ave. It was a lovely place, with manicured lawns, well-kept homes and nice neighbors. He began working as a handy man for the mobile home court owner, and this gave him something to do every day.
He broke his arm once, but didn't want a cast to slow him down, didn't have the patience for it. His arm didn't heal properly and left him with a slight angle to his forearm.
I lived in a mobile home court on the other side of town. I had a small wooden deck and steps at my front door that were needing repair and I asked my grandfather to help me replace some of the wood. He was glad to have something to do. He enjoyed woodworking and he could fix nearly anything he touched. It took 2 days to replace the wood on my small deck. I asked him to sign the plywood we used for the floor under the outdoor carpeting, and his signature is most likely there to this day! It's been over 20 years since I've seen it though. He was ready to give a helping hand every time someone asked. He built his daughter a doll house when she was little. He built bird houses and gave them to family and friends. He was a wonderful friend to many people.
My grandfather had a mild heart attack in March 1989, shortly after retiring as a handy man. He was doing well at the hospital. He was receiving medicines and would have made a good recovery but he hated being in the hospital. He did not like laying around at all and he took the needles out of his arms. The second time he took them out he died. I think he didn't have the patience to wait out the healing process and just wanted to get it over with.
He was a quiet, kind, thoughtful and hard working person. Thank you Grandpa, I wish I had the presence of mind when I was younger to get to know you better. You were a great person to have as a grandpa.
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My grandparents lived on 110 Center St. for many years. The house is no longer there, the city bought up properties in the area to build a facility in the 1980s. But the tree planted in the front yard grows there today. If you go to the corner of Center Avenue and East 2nd Street, the tree is on the corner, near the stop sign. You can see it on Google maps.
He worked for the railroad as a crossing attendant. But when automated crossing arms were installed he, and many other men, were out of jobs. He began working for the city of Ames. He operated bulldozers, dump trucks, etc. After retiring from the city, and after the city bought up the homes in the area where they lived, my grandparents moved to a mobile home court on Duff Ave. It was a lovely place, with manicured lawns, well-kept homes and nice neighbors. He began working as a handy man for the mobile home court owner, and this gave him something to do every day.
He broke his arm once, but didn't want a cast to slow him down, didn't have the patience for it. His arm didn't heal properly and left him with a slight angle to his forearm.
I lived in a mobile home court on the other side of town. I had a small wooden deck and steps at my front door that were needing repair and I asked my grandfather to help me replace some of the wood. He was glad to have something to do. He enjoyed woodworking and he could fix nearly anything he touched. It took 2 days to replace the wood on my small deck. I asked him to sign the plywood we used for the floor under the outdoor carpeting, and his signature is most likely there to this day! It's been over 20 years since I've seen it though. He was ready to give a helping hand every time someone asked. He built his daughter a doll house when she was little. He built bird houses and gave them to family and friends. He was a wonderful friend to many people.
My grandfather had a mild heart attack in March 1989, shortly after retiring as a handy man. He was doing well at the hospital. He was receiving medicines and would have made a good recovery but he hated being in the hospital. He did not like laying around at all and he took the needles out of his arms. The second time he took them out he died. I think he didn't have the patience to wait out the healing process and just wanted to get it over with.
He was a quiet, kind, thoughtful and hard working person. Thank you Grandpa, I wish I had the presence of mind when I was younger to get to know you better. You were a great person to have as a grandpa.
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My grandfather, Harley R. Cheville, was a kind and considerate man who worked hard all his life and had to have work to do every day. I remember he was always calm, cool and had a smile for someone.
My grandparents lived on 110 Center St. for many years. The house is no longer there, the city bought up properties in the area to build a facility in the 1980s. But the tree planted in the front yard grows there today. If you go to the corner of Center Avenue and East 2nd Street, the tree is on the corner, near the stop sign. You can see it on Google maps.
He worked for the railroad as a crossing attendant. But when automated crossing arms were installed he, and many other men, were out of jobs. He began working for the city of Ames. He operated bulldozers, dump trucks, etc. After retiring from the city, and after the city bought up the homes in the area where they lived, my grandparents moved to a mobile home court on Duff Ave. It was a lovely place, with manicured lawns, well-kept homes and nice neighbors. He began working as a handy man for the mobile home court owner, and this gave him something to do every day.
He broke his arm once, but didn't want a cast to slow him down, didn't have the patience for it. His arm didn't heal properly and left him with a slight angle to his forearm.
I lived in a mobile home court on the other side of town. I had a small wooden deck and steps at my front door that were needing repair and I asked my grandfather to help me replace some of the wood. He was glad to have something to do. He enjoyed woodworking and he could fix nearly anything he touched. It took 2 days to replace the wood on my small deck. I asked him to sign the plywood we used for the floor under the outdoor carpeting, and his signature is most likely there to this day! It's been over 20 years since I've seen it though. He was ready to give a helping hand every time someone asked. He built his daughter a doll house when she was little. He built bird houses and gave them to family and friends. He was a wonderful friend to many people.
My grandfather had a mild heart attack in March 1989, shortly after retiring as a handy man. He was doing well at the hospital. He was receiving medicines and would have made a good recovery but he hated being in the hospital. He did not like laying around at all and he took the needles out of his arms. The second time he took them out he died. I think he didn't have the patience to wait out the healing process and just wanted to get it over with.
He was a quiet, kind, thoughtful and hard working person. Thank you Grandpa, I wish I had the presence of mind when I was younger to get to know you better. You were a great person to have as a grandpa.
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My grandparents lived on 110 Center St. for many years. The house is no longer there, the city bought up properties in the area to build a facility in the 1980s. But the tree planted in the front yard grows there today. If you go to the corner of Center Avenue and East 2nd Street, the tree is on the corner, near the stop sign. You can see it on Google maps.
He worked for the railroad as a crossing attendant. But when automated crossing arms were installed he, and many other men, were out of jobs. He began working for the city of Ames. He operated bulldozers, dump trucks, etc. After retiring from the city, and after the city bought up the homes in the area where they lived, my grandparents moved to a mobile home court on Duff Ave. It was a lovely place, with manicured lawns, well-kept homes and nice neighbors. He began working as a handy man for the mobile home court owner, and this gave him something to do every day.
He broke his arm once, but didn't want a cast to slow him down, didn't have the patience for it. His arm didn't heal properly and left him with a slight angle to his forearm.
I lived in a mobile home court on the other side of town. I had a small wooden deck and steps at my front door that were needing repair and I asked my grandfather to help me replace some of the wood. He was glad to have something to do. He enjoyed woodworking and he could fix nearly anything he touched. It took 2 days to replace the wood on my small deck. I asked him to sign the plywood we used for the floor under the outdoor carpeting, and his signature is most likely there to this day! It's been over 20 years since I've seen it though. He was ready to give a helping hand every time someone asked. He built his daughter a doll house when she was little. He built bird houses and gave them to family and friends. He was a wonderful friend to many people.
My grandfather had a mild heart attack in March 1989, shortly after retiring as a handy man. He was doing well at the hospital. He was receiving medicines and would have made a good recovery but he hated being in the hospital. He did not like laying around at all and he took the needles out of his arms. The second time he took them out he died. I think he didn't have the patience to wait out the healing process and just wanted to get it over with.
He was a quiet, kind, thoughtful and hard working person. Thank you Grandpa, I wish I had the presence of mind when I was younger to get to know you better. You were a great person to have as a grandpa.
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