"Duck!"
My brother, Donny (16) and I (13), in the summer of 1958.
Today he is celebrating his 64th birthday. It seems so odd to think that we are 'up there'. We are the youngest of eight children. When we were growing up, Donny was a very mischievous boy! One afternoon when I was walking back to the house after gathering eggs, he came running--full steam ahead-- out of the house. As he neared me **BAM** he slammed my apron that I had gathered like a basket to carry the eggs. I yelled for my mother and started crying as these gooey, slimy eggs ran down my legs. Why? Why? Why! Did he have to be like this! He use to bother me when my neighbors, Suzie and Charlotte, came over to visit. They would tell me, "Just ignore him." But, I ask you, how could I when he was right behind me! I can laugh about it now, but it wasn't one least bit funny then.
Well, that was many years ago. We talk often on the phone now. That 'mischievous boy' turned out quite well. He plants this beautiful garden every summer and how in the world he ever learned how to can a variety of vegetables and fruit is beyond me. He'll say that his mother taught him and I know that isn't true! He probably never knew what it was to pull a weed from the garden or to hoe. What he would do is sneak out to the garden without anyone knowing and eat the ripened muskmelons and watermelons.
Last night I found a picture of Donny and I that I had never seen before. I discovered it in one of the albums my cousin gave me. I retrieved it from the album and on the back in my mother's handwriting are these words, "This is Carolyn on crutches." The picture is dated April 16, 1948.
Supper Time
Ira. F. Stamphill
Many years ago in days of childhood,
I used to play til evening shadows come;
Then, winding down an old familiar pathway,
I heard my mother call at set of sun:
Come home, come home, it's supper time!
The shadows lengthen fast;
Come home, come home, it's supper time!
We're going home at last.
In visions now I see her standing yonder,
And her familiar voice I hear once more;
The banquet table's ready up in heaven,
It's supper time upon the golden shore.
Come home, come home, it's supper time!
The shadows lengthen fast;
Come home, come home, it's supper time!
We're going home at last.
I have an appointment to keep with our mother, Donny.
I know she wants to see you too. C'mon Home.
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- I had to explain to them what the song was about!
- Kerrie
Praise the Lord for His mercies and for always keeping His angels around us to protect us.
