My sisters
and I were going through some of Mother and Daddy’s things after mother’s
funeral. She had always said she wasn’t
going to get rid of anything in the house. That would keep us busy for a few
days and give us time to talk.
She was not
kidding, for such a little house there was an unbelievable amount of stuff to
be taken care of. .I unfortunately had to go back to work and I lived in
another state so I wasn’t much help...
The thing is your sisters make piles of things they think are important
and since I wasn’t there my pile grew quite large in comparison to theirs.
My Family
believes strongly that the men should all take the time to serve their country.
Daddy was a prisoner of war in ww2. He never talked about it very much as far as I know.
When he came back from overseas, he had this huge trunk and it was filled with
military stuff. That was in our attic
forever. My brother was a pilot in the
air force. IT was during Viet Nam. HIS plane exploded while he was stationed in
Texas. Then there were two trunks in the attic.
I don’t ever remember seeing either trunk out of the attic and I don’t
remember seeing in either trunk. I kind
of decided that the trunks held their bodies and I didn’t want to see
them. I know it sounds crazy but I had a
pretty good imagination.
Trunk #1.
I have read
stories and watched movies about war and try to picture daddy being in the
situations that those actors played. One
thing I do remember is Daddy sitting by the fireplace. HE rarely drank but we
had a lot of company and he had just enough to get him started talking a
little, He said his worst Christmas meal was cockroaches and other kind of
bugs. It hadn’t rained so they ate the
bugs with nothing to wash them down. HIS
best meal was Thanksgiving. The sergeant’s
wife made some chicken and dumplings.
They were cold and congealed. She
was going to give them to their animals, but the sergeant talked her into
letting him take them to some of the soldiers. Daddy was chosen as one who got
some. According to Daddy the sergeant looked like Schwartz on Hogan’s Heroes. It
was my father’s favorite show unit the day he passed away.
Trunk #2
There were
four children in my family. The oldest a
girl, then a boy, then me I’m the middle child, and then 6 years later another
girl. Where I was raised men rule the
world. It is never mentioned it just
is. My brother was handsome, he was
tall, and he had a great body. He was intelligent and he was a leader. When he
walked into a room you knew he was there.
HE was very quiet like Daddy, we lived on a farm for about 7 years and that is where he developed
his physic. HE was on the basketball and baseball team as captain as long as we
lived in that area. Then we moved to a
big city, and he continued on but now he also incorporated Football and
wrestling, He was always chosen king of the court and went to college to study
medicine. He was one of those people
that had everything. WE were so proud of
him. If you remember men were drafted in those days. He got the letter but
didn’t open it and joined the Air Force that same day. HE became a pilot and
loved it. But he wanted to go overseas. They thought he was too valuable and
make him an instructor. He hated it at first but later settled in.
When the
plane went down after a full investigation it was decided that he saved
hundreds of lives because he was able to control the Plane until it was away
from the city even though it seemed impossible to the investigators he kept control until his plane dug straight down into the ground. He was given medals for his bravery. But he was only 28 to soon
to go.
Mother used
to go up into the attic and spend time with both trunks especially after they
both were gone.
I never
looked into those trunks. First of all
no one asked me if I would like to you had to have a key and also because I always considered it mother’s
private time. MY sisters opened them
when they were emptying mothers and daddy’s house. I haven’t asked them about
the trunks either. MY sister took our
brothers trunk and I don’t know where the
Other one is
I think my other sister took it. I hope so. It's sad when people have treasurers.at least they are for them and no one would appreciate them and love them the way they should be loved. I can almost understand hoarders. I couldn't be one because first of all my husband would have a fit, and second dusting around pretties takes time and care.
When I get
to heaven that’s another one of my questions.. I have million of them. But we'll have lots of time to catch up and maybe we will be so busy we forget all about unimportant things like that.
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