
Photo: B.J., age 3, with sisters, cousins, aunt and my big brother Roy, 19, back left. I am wearing one of Roy’s sailor hats, 1945.
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My big brother Roy turns 83 today. I talked with him last night, and he is just as excited about celebrating his 26th anniversary with wife Glenda on Thursday. What a couple of lovebirds!
Roy has been blind all the years of their marriage, and Glenda has been a Godsend in his life – and our family’s.
Some of my readers will remember a post on my archived blog about the WWII military service of Roy and my two brothers-in-law Paul and Harold:
“A little girl’s pride in military,” I See My Dreams, 15 October 2007.
I believe new readers of DemWit will enjoy reading the post.
Let me take a minute to tell you about a conversation with Roy that touched my heart.
There are five of us siblings: Leroy “Roy,” Mary (deceased), Martha, Betty “B.J.” and Isaac. Our brother Jesse Lloyd was born three years before me and died when he was one month old. Roy called a few years back to tell me he and Glenda had located Jesse Lloyd’s burial site and had bought a tombstone for, as he put it, “our baby brother’s grave.” To hear a man of Roy’s age referring to “our baby brother” made me cry bittersweet tears.
I love you, big brother! Have a wonderful birthday!
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My big brother Roy turns 83 today. I talked with him last night, and he is just as excited about celebrating his 26th anniversary with wife Glenda on Thursday. What a couple of lovebirds!
Roy has been blind all the years of their marriage, and Glenda has been a Godsend in his life – and our family’s.
Some of my readers will remember a post on my archived blog about the WWII military service of Roy and my two brothers-in-law Paul and Harold:
“A little girl’s pride in military,” I See My Dreams, 15 October 2007.
I believe new readers of DemWit will enjoy reading the post.
Let me take a minute to tell you about a conversation with Roy that touched my heart.
There are five of us siblings: Leroy “Roy,” Mary (deceased), Martha, Betty “B.J.” and Isaac. Our brother Jesse Lloyd was born three years before me and died when he was one month old. Roy called a few years back to tell me he and Glenda had located Jesse Lloyd’s burial site and had bought a tombstone for, as he put it, “our baby brother’s grave.” To hear a man of Roy’s age referring to “our baby brother” made me cry bittersweet tears.
I love you, big brother! Have a wonderful birthday!
