My only sibling - my brother, John Ray - would have been seventy-eight, September 3. We were only twenty months apart; me being the oldest.
We lived on the North Side of Ft. Worth in a quiet neighborhood.Welivedabout two short blocks from a little grocery store and were allowed to walk there when we were about four and five years old.
The candy case was wooden and you could smell the chocolate from all of the candy bars in it. The coke machinewastheonethatyou could put in a nickel and slide the coke to the other end to get it out.
One day, I was allowed to go by myself to buy a few things which I was carrying in a brown paper sack. On the way out, I passed Mr. Kimbrell, our neighbor from across the street.
He asked if I would like a ride home since I had the sack. I said, 'No, Mr. Kimbrell, I am not allowed to ride with strangers.' Like with the Easter Egg hunt in another article; I tried to go by the 'rules.'
I loved my brother very much. He had a speech impediment and couldn't say 'mother.' Her name would come out 'Muddow.'
I would practice so much with him over and over to no avail. I think the school speech teacher was finally successful helping him.
He liked to help me also. Mother would roll my hair for Sunday in those metal rollers that had the red closure tips on the end which resulted in a tight curl.
During naptime once, my brother decided to put a large piece of Double Bubble gum in one of them. Mother had a hard time getting it out of my hair.
She allowed me, a fiveyear-old girl to 'draw' a bath for her him. I turned on the hot water and he jumped in.
This is the first time I saw or heard about an Irish Jig. I never had to help him with bath time again.