#Who's Who of B and B

Who Inspires You?

April 16, 2017

That darn journal of mine is at it again.  The other day I turned the page and it says, "Someone I am inspired by and why."  My Uncle Doc and Aunt Betty immediately came to mind.  Uncle Doc is my Dad's youngest brother.  My parents divorced when I was just a baby and I grew up in Montana surrounded by my mother's family.  Dad was from Texas and that's where most of his family lived.

Every so often Dad would drive to Montana and get me - then we would drive to Texas so I could meet and get to know my other relatives.  My father wasn't really sure what to do with a little girl, so I would spend most of my time at Uncle Doc and Aunt Betty's house playing with my cousins.  Jerry was two years older than me and Donna was my age.  We three girls would have tea parties and play dress up and try not to get into too much trouble.  Their house was a real home, so warm and inviting.  In 1968 Uncle Doc and Aunt Betty welcomed my cousin Will into the family.  Will was one of those unplanned blessings.  I got to meet Will for the first time when he was 3 years old.

Then in 1973, I was in my second year of college and got a call from my dad that my cousin Jerry had died of a gall bladder infection.  13 months after Jerry died, Jill was killed in a car accident.  I can only imagine how hard it is for a parent to lose a child, but to lose two so close together must be devastating.  Thank goodness for that bundle of joy, Will.  He truly was a blessing to his parents.  They couldn't fall apart because they still had a little boy to take care of.

I moved to Texas in 1976 to study court reporting.  Uncle Doc, Aunt Betty and Will were there for me.   Aunt Betty tells me that they all needed me as much as I needed them.  Will was my go-to date for everything from Sonic Drive-thru dinners, Disney movies and even Osmond concerts.  Over the years my aunt and uncle have taken care of nearly everyone in the family at one time or another.  As his siblings passed away, Uncle Doc made it a point to keep up with his nieces and nephews, including me.  Aunt Betty was an example to me of what a wife and mother should be.  I so wanted to be just like her, right down to collecting chickens and roosters for my home.  Ceramic ones, not the real thing - remember I will never have real chickens.


One time I remember Will and I were going somewhere and Aunt Betty offered her new car to me to drive.  As I was pulling out of their driveway I scraped the side of this new car on a metal post.  I went in to tell Aunt Betty what I had done and she said something like, "Okay."  I thought maybe she didn't understand what I had said, but my conscience was clear because I had told her.  I couldn't help it if she didn't hear me or understand.  When we got home that night I went in and asked her if she heard what I had told her.  She said, "Yes."  I asked her why she didn't get upset or tell me I couldn't drive the car or something.  Her response was, "I knew it was an accident and getting upset wouldn't change anything, would it?"  I've tried to remember that response as I deal with my own children.  I'm not always successful - still have a lot to learn from Aunt Betty.

Several years ago Uncle Doc and Aunt Betty had a spontaneous family reunion at their house.  It started out with just a few, some of my dad's and Uncle Doc's cousins that were in town and another uncle.  That reunion grew over the years and I have now connected with cousins that I had only met once before in my life.   A few years ago Uncle Doc died in an car accident.  We have continued to have reunions, but we all miss him so much.

Aunt Betty continues to be the beacon of light in our family.  She and Uncle Doc have not only taught me, but shown me what unconditional love is.  They have exhibited such courage and strength through the years, while continuing to hold fast to their faith.

I still want to be like Aunt Betty when I grow up and their home is still my favorite place to visit in Texas.

Thanks for listening.  I enjoy your good company, too.



2 comments

  1. What a sweet couple! I think memories are one of the greatest gifts in life. :)

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  2. They were the best!! But I can think of some people we know that I have sweet memories of, too.

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