I wrote the following for a writing class. The assignment was to choose a significant person and write a series of "I remember" statements and go from there. I love what emerged when I recalled memories of my little brother. I think it's blog worthy😊
I remember . . .
I remember . . .
MARK—my little brother.
We are only two years apart and have always been very close. I can’t imagine life without him.
I remember the summer you and I got to go to Grandma and
Ivan’s all by ourselves! We even got out
of school for the summer a week early and rode the train from Alliance to
Lincoln. The train trip was long, but
waiting for us when we arrived were both Grandma and Ivan. They were thrilled to have us all to
themselves, and they planned the week out with all kinds of fun. From swimming in Wahoo to grocery shopping
to visiting Bessie on the farm to visits from Ethel, we packed in so much
during that short week. The best part
was just being with my little brother at our grandparents’.
I remember when we were running around the bowling alley
while Dad bowled with his weekly league.
You were chasing me, and I so desperately didn’t want to get caught. I ran like crazy and just when I thought I
might escape you, the gumball machine ended that . I grabbed the pole trying to propel myself
around the obstacle. Little did I know
that my strength was stronger than that gumball machine. Crash—the glass container shattered and
hundreds of brightly colored gumballs rolled in all directions.
I remember family road trips where you always got to sit in
the front seat. I would get so jealous
seeing the back of your head tucked safely between Mom and Dad as we rolled
down the never-ending Highway 2 in Nebraska.
I wished that just once I could have that coveted spot, but I always had
to settle for glaring at your head and the back of your ears. I got my revenge once though. As I sat in back chewing my bubble gum, I
might have leaned up just a tad too close.
At the same time I realized my bubble gum’s textured changed, you let
out a howl that made Dad threaten to pull the car over. Your ear lobe became my chewing gum for a
split second, and it was so worth it!
I remember Joy and I talking you into going to see Kris and
Rita at Red Rocks. We were all so poor
back then, and none of us could really afford the trip. But we scrounged up enough money for tickets
and gas and we all piled into the car.
Not having money for overnight accommodations, that car became our hotel
room. We found a KOA to park, and all of
us somehow slept the night away.
I remember when you were awarded the full-ride scholarship
to Chadron State College. I was so proud
of you,
I remember when you came to visit me in Lincoln. At least I thought you came to visit me, but
somehow I think that was an excuse to get Mom and Dad to let you take the car
for the weekend. I saw you for one night
and then you disappeared. I wish you
would have just told me that you wanted to go to Dodge City to see a girlfriend, but instead, I spent the weekend
worried sick, imagining you in a car accident or murdered somewhere. I have never been so relieved to see someone
when you finally showed up on Sunday, sheepish and apologetic. Don’t ever do that again!
I remember football season, spending our weekends glued to
college games and placing our crazy wagers.
We always seemed to think we found a “cinch,” but as we learned time and
time again, there are no cinches. Those
weekends during the fall and early winter still bring us close.
I remember the antennae tower. Oh Lord, why can’t I forget that? Dad’s amazing truck with the tower that would
rise to the sky with the flip of a switch was ahead of its time, and a huge
temptation to two small kids. We flipped
the switch while the truck was inside the garage. Ugh—the sound of steel hitting the ceiling is
forever etched in my head. Make it go
away!
I remember all of the Blue Bird and Campfire Girl meetings
you attended when Mom was the leader of my troupe. She would bring you along, and I always
thought I would die when you would want to do the crafts that we were doing.
I remember when Dad died. You became everyone’s pillar of strength even though you needed to grieve too. I hope you were able to.
I remember when Dad died. You became everyone’s pillar of strength even though you needed to grieve too. I hope you were able to.
I remember ALL of the acts of kindness you have shown to me
and everything you have done to make my life easier. I can’t list them all, but I remember
everything, from fixing my brakes, yard work, hanging ceiling fans, fixing
anything, paying for things. You take
care of us.
What I can’t remember, though, is a time when you weren’t
there for me. You’re the best brother
anyone could have.
