Today, May 9th, is my baby brother’s birthday. His name is David - and even his name has always been special to me - like the person. I found this picture of me holding him when he was about a year and a half old.
 
And look at this next one. Isn’t that the sweetest face in the world? He got the reddish hair and freckles from my mother’s (of Ruthlace) side of the family.
Shortly after PawPaw and I got married in 1969, David came over and helped PawPaw paint a cabinet. He definitely thinks he’s cool in that photo.
David grew up and married his high school sweetheart, Vicki, and they’re the parents of three gorgeous and smart girls. He’s a wonderful father, runs his own business, is a hard worker, and he’s the most honest and good-hearted person I know.Â
Ok, I can’t help it. One more photo. This is one of my favorite photos. It shows my father, along with Beth (of Blue Star Chronicles), Debi (holding the doll), and David - the baby of the family.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVID! I LOVE YOU.
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May 9th, 2006 at 10:14 am
Carol what a great tribute to your talented …and fine Christian brother. Thanks, even though it made me cry. I like your choice of pictures…some I had not seen before. The bottom picture is good of all four but especially good of your Daddy.
May 9th, 2006 at 12:46 pm
I loved reading this, Carol.
May 9th, 2006 at 6:10 pm
I enjoyed reading that! What great pictures! Thanks, Carol, for a beautiful tribute to my uncle who always felt a lot like a brother!
Lyn
May 12th, 2006 at 1:40 pm
I’d never seen those younger pictures of daddy, so I really enjoyed your post. I usually silently read everyone’s blogs, but I couldn’t pass up commenting on this one. Love you!
BTW, I love your red shoes in the first picture!
May 12th, 2006 at 4:14 pm
Jessica! I’m so thrilled you stopped by and commented! Yes, your daddy was a precious little boy, and the pride and joy of the whole family.
I’m so glad you noticed my red shoes!
May 13th, 2006 at 4:18 pm
Carol, this is a wonderful tribute. All of us that can….. should get out that shoe box of Polaroid’s, black and whites and dog-eared colored photos, ask the family to gather around and talk about it. The pictures become alive when you comment about them, thanks for inviting us all to view a few glimpses of those days of yourr upbringing.
Unfortunately, very few people even know what the word sibling means. Catch you later.
Webloafer is fortunate to still have his mother alive and well. Still driving, gardening and praying for her red headed son, at 87 years of age. I love my family so much, and it all centers around my wonderful Mother. Yes father was a remarkable man, one I hope to become…….still working on it, at 60, but my mother kept the family together, clothed, fed, schooled and guided, while Father worked his fingers to the bone. I am so glad I grew up in a big family in the hay days of America…….
You cannot convince me that America 2006 is better than America 1956.
Yes, some American problems have been solved in those 50 years, but complete wholesome, God guided families are rare today. Everyone for themselves. Marry anyone, any sex, abort inconvenient babies, live as animals….that’s what our America has become, a nation of animals, not humans. Love is replaced with Lust, Family replaced with whatever suits you, not God. Most of the heroes of today would have been jailed 50 years ago, if they dared act publicly like they do today.
We remember those hay days of America, but they will never return. I still love my country, but it is a flophouse of humanity compared to the family life of the 1950’s.
Yes, they laugh about ‘Leave it to Beaver’ but think about all they missed…….
I’m gonna go get out the shoebox of polaroids…..
Thanks.