Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
- When Dad was at the Mayo Hospital in Rochester, it was LeRoy who kept tabs on him. I remember the day he called Mom and told her she better get there quickly, as dad was doing very poorly. I felt fear like I had never felt before - but after Mom got there Dad started to improve; and eventually came home.
- I heard someone at school call him "Ozzie". I guess that was his role in a school play. I called him Ozzie once (we were in the barn). He looked at me and said, "Don't call me that". You can be certain I never did again!
- Speaking of his name, the family all pronounced his name with the emphasis on "Roy", contrary to the rest of the world.
- He and a friend stopped by on their motorcycles as they were doing a big tour around the country. He gave me my very first motorcycle ride and it was so exciting!
- He brought his first wife, Judy, home to meet us. She seemed so beautiful and elegant! I was in awe of such a gorgeous creature being in our home.
- I remember some discussions about how he would love to farm. I suggested to mom that we turn the granary into a little house and they could live there (seriously). That idea didn't go over very well.
- The room next to mine upstairs was always referred to "LeRoy's room"; it was assigned to him when the house was first built.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
- He threw me the football and I kicked it back - an unexpectedly good kick. "Great kick", he said. I lived in the glow of that compliment for years
- Building the fort in the trees
- Braiding a long rope out of twine in the hayloft on rainy days
- The Navy man - such a hunk. As a young teenager, I was so proud. And he gave me his sailor hat. I kept it until long after I was married. I wish I still had it.
- He brought back exciting things from the Mediterranean area - necklace, scarves, bracelet, hand-clappers. I still have them all. I still wear the necklace.
- I told him, "I think I will join the Navy after I graduate". He said, "No, you're not going to do that." "Why????", I asked. "The military is no place for nice girls", he said. I've always wondered about that.
- Christmas of 1969 - he met me and my sister at Disneyland and we spent the day together going on the rides. Such a wonderful experience for me. I'm so glad I could share it with him.
- He says, "Why do you color your eyebrows and eyelashes? Aren't you satisfied with the way God made you?" Well, to be truthful, I'm not.
- My first trip to Phoenix. It was a business trip. I get off the plane and there is a limousine driver holding up a sign with my name. I say, "Thanks, but my brother is here to get me and I'll go with him." We had a wonderful afternoon before he dropped me off at my convention.
- The trip to the Grand Canyon. We had many hours together in the car. I'm glad I didn't know at the time that it would be one of our last outings together.
The picture above was taken in 1954. David is on the left and Don is on the right. Don't they look like the most adorable little farmer boys?
I miss you David; I wish I could call you tonight and wish you a happy birthday.
Monday, September 21, 2009
This is also a week of many, many meetings at work and for the first time since I started I am feeling like I'm getting behind. And we have company all week. I'm saying all this to say - don't be surprised if I don't do much blogging this week. I've got lots in my head - but not much time to write it down. I'm going to send my mom an email, then get back to the company....
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
- Staying at her house many, many times
- When I had an accident as a preschooler, she made it all better "It's happened to me before, too", she said
- All the doll clothes she made for me for Christmas one year
- The Santa Claus stockings with our names on them
- Telling me the good things about my brother, Tom, when I was so mad at him
- Big family dinners in her new house
- Big family dinners in her old, very old, house
- Mint Dazzler
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Now that I have my latte, I'm set for a couple more hours of work. Better get busy.....
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Robert Jon, formerly known as Bobby, and now known as Bob – when you think about it, this is one guy that is really lucky to be here. How many parents, after all, have ten children? And how many are still pro-creating in their forties and fifties?
Before Bob, we had 5 boys and 4 girls in our family. A wee bit unbalanced. I had reconciled myself to being in the minority. But the promised advent of another baby gave me great hope that we would balance out at 5 and 5. Maybe that is why I did not like Bob when he was first born. I really wanted a sister in the house with me; instead it was yet another boy. I was so upset that I would have nothing to do with him for many months. (Not that I ever hold a grudge, or anything like that – haha). Most of the family knows the story of how things changed. There were several of us siblings in a circle and they put Bob in the middle. He was just starting to walk. And wouldn’t you know, Bob turned around, walked towards me and fell right into my arms. It melted my heart. Since that moment I’ve really liked my brother Bob. Some favorite memories of Bob:
- As a toddler and young boy, he was so cuddly and mild mannered
- Playing in the dirt in the "trees"
- Going fishing
- How he stepped up and looked out for mom after dad died; he was only 13
- Staying at his house when I moved to Colorado
- His strong commitment to his own children after his divorce
The picture was taken in 1966. He so graciously posed for me many times as I was attempting to learn a little photography. This is one of my favorites.
Happy birthday, Bob! I love you!