I have already begun the process of sorting out some photos of Dad so that I can make a book to chronicle his life. It’s cathartic to go through the photos and the memories in a slow methodical way. And it will be nice to have a book to share with family members. However, what captivated me this morning was not the photos of Dad, but those of my middle brothers…affectionately referred to as “the boys”.
As most of you know, I have four brothers. My brother David and I grew up in California. We are four years apart and spent nearly four years together before the arrival of our brother Dan. Then we had barely a year before James was added to the group. We moved to Oklahoma a few years later. I doubt that Dan or James remember much of our other life. John made his appearance about eight years later, just two years before the birth of my own child, and is 100% Okie. To say that we have lived different lives is about like saying that the ocean is different from a lake. I’m not even sure if that is a proper analogy, but it was the first thing that popped into my head. California beaches…Oklahoma lakes.
I remembered “the boys” being close as children, but it wasn’t until I saw several of their photos that I realized they were almost like twins. They were often pests and often in my way, but they were also cute little munchkins. Fond memories evoked by each of these photos! I hope they feel the same. My favorite is the one with the reel mower behind them. I think every one of us took a turn on that old thing.