Apr 20 2009
A Sister!
When my brother left for the navy at 17, it was a really bad time for my parents. They were upset about him going, and I didnt know how much his leaving would mean to me. I felt like I had lost one of my lifelines to the outside world. My best friend from high school had also left at the same time for a job in a state north of us . My brother would come home from having an activity with his friends, and all his friends were my friends, and when he would go out with them he would come to my room and tell me what they did and who was there. I didnt realize how much I missed this untill he was not there. After he had been in the navy for a few months, he wrote a letter to me. He said “please dont let the folks sell the house and take care of my dog”. He signed it, “your brother’. I was thinking when I read this, how in the heck does he think I can control what my parents do? He was the one that upset the apple cart by quitting school in his senior year and joining the service. Yet, I was supposed to be holding everything together for him. As I said in another blog called “oh brother”, he did ok in the navy and got his GED. When he got home, he took my mother and I on a vacation to the southwest to visit my aunt. When we got back he decided to take a trip to florida. When he came back he wanted to be a longshoreman. My parents were upset about this. He was the baby of the family, and especially he was moms little boy. My brother had this big smile and big brown eyes. He knew how to use both. He always said he would never live in the same town as my parents. He wanted to live way out west some where. He ended up marrying a home town girl that was very nice. Before they had their girls, they bought a motorcycle.
My mom and dad helped them out alot, and at this time my brother was working for my dad. Dad was not into motorcycles at all. My brother knew this. One saturday, my sister-in-law called me, and said that my brother wanted me to tell the folks that he bought a motorcycle. He didnt want to tell them himself. Apprarently I could explain it to them better than he could . My mom and dad had to go uptown to pay some bills, and as we were going around the square, I looked to my left, and who do I see but my brother and sister-in-law on a big motorcycle. My dad recognized them and wondered where they got it. Dad looked at me and asked me if I knew about this. I said I did, but my brother and his wife were on his own now. My dad finally accepted the fact that my brother had a motorcycle and would ride it where he would. He never liked it, but it became accepted that my brother liked to live a little on the dangerous side of life. His favorite song when he was a teenager was called “Live Fast and Die Young”. My mother would tell him not sing it, but that was his song.
I got along with my sister-in-law real good. I would go to her house and play cards and monopoly. We each would have a child on our lap when we played. They would come over to my parents house for sunday dinner followed by games.
When I met my husband and got married, I lived in the same town for 2 years and then moved away. It ended up that their child with a disability moved away, not their son. My brother always said he would move out west, but it wasnt him that moved, it was me, and n0body thot I would get married and move away. I geuss you never know what yu are going to do untill yu are lead by a stronger Power to do what it is you are supposed to do. And we dont know what the future will hold for us.
