Jack
You always say, 'I wish I'd kept a journal of my life- it's not too late to start now, is it?' smiling widely, as if you know you're asking a silly question.
I wish you'd kept a journal of your life too Jack. Eighty-seven years of open eyes, mind and heart, and I've only shared part of the last one with you. I wish I'd been there to share it all.
Your view has been inspired- I can tell.
Happy 87th Birthday!
My paternal ancestors in 1905 - I admire them because they came from nothing and made something.
My grandfather - father's father - Phineas O'Hearne-the boy in the striped shirt on the left - a small Texas boy of Irish descent ten years old in 1905 - and my great grandmother - Rebecca Jane - for whom I was named (they changed it to Rebecca Jean- holding the baby on the right).
Eliza Udoshia Keener - sitting in the center - 50% Cherokee - who started out in North Carolina and pioneered her way to Texas.
Alva Orlando was my great-grandfather and what they called 'a dirt farmer'. His son, Phineas became a carpenter - and moved to the city of San Antonio during WWII and my father Edwin - was the first in his family to earn a university degree and enter a 'profession'.
I admire them for never giving up - for their forward - looking and ever-seeking pioneer spirit.
EDWIN
AGE: 77 EAST BRUNSWICK
Edwin , son of Phineas Washington and Ruby (deceased), devoted husband of fifty-six years to Juanita, and beloved father and grandfather, passed peacefully away on Thursday, February 4, 2010. He was seventy-seven years old.
Born in Crockett, Texas, Mr. H was raised in San Antonio and graduated from South San High School. He attended Trinity College and the University of Texas before graduating from Pace University with a B.A. in Business Administration. He worked for the Federal Reserve for a brief time before joining the Dun & Bradstreet Corporation in 1956. At D&B he served in a variety of leadership positions for 33 years, finally retiring from the position of Sr. Vice President of Finance & Administration, D&B Receivable Management Services in 1989.
Edwin proudly served his beloved country in the U.S. army during the Korean War in the Counter Intelligence Division (CID). He was a charter member, long-time deacon and treasurer of his church in Edison, New Jersey.
He served faithfully in several capacities (including President) the charitable organization, Fish of Dunellen, serving disadvantaged citizens of central New Jersey, for which he was honored by former governor, Christine Whitman.
He was also honored for his volunteer work for the military personnel serving our country by the Central Jersey chapter of the Navy League.
Edwin actively enjoyed and participated in many sporting and outdoor pursuits. He loved music, gardening and dogs during his full life.
He is predeceased by his son, George David (1964-1990) and three brothers: Ray, Howard, and Leon. He will be greatly missed by the surviving members of his family which include: his wife, Juanita, children: James, Laura, Rebecca , Sarah and Catherine - grandchildren: Nicholas (and wife, Ginger), Liana, David, Peter, Jason, Lierin, Joseph, Jacob, Derek, Kaase, Drew, Olivia, Dylan and Nathaniel, great-grandchildren: Amber, David, Cheyenne, and Savannah, and four brothers: Lawrence Dale, Kenneth, Robert, and Bennie Mac.
The Leaving
The leaving was easier than I'd thought
slow and gentle as sleep and dream.
Your eyes alight-what sight they'd caught
in death's release to life's bright stream.
I watched as eminent fate took hold
as once you'd watched when I'd been born.
I watched silent windows and star-filled cold
give way to tears and shadowed morn.
Now closed, your gaze which offered me
but love or love - the only choice.
Stilled, calmed, the vast and soothing sea
and slow, deep wave that was your voice.
Now different days accompany
the weary traveller from winter's door.
From death to life, Spring's budding trees
hold memories and offer more.
Thank you Edgar - he was so lovely.
You would have liked him. This was him right down to his daddy (my Papa) who was a Baptist who enjoyed a drink every now and then and listening to Hank and reading Tennessee Williams
Good ole boys like me
by Don Williams
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
CHORUS:
I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
When I was eighteen, Lord, I hit the road
But it really doesn't matter how far I go
This is a really lovely thread Aiden. Jack’s picture I found especially moving, though I liked them all, and I was fascinated with the one of your grandparents’ et al.
The addition of your father’s obituary with such a brief introduction made my eye’s well. It reminded me of my own Dad I guess, and then I couldn’t help but look for the date…
I simply adore the photo you chose… and the poetry.
And one more for my dad- another of his favorites:
And now he can: Ride that pony fast, like a cowboy from the past, he's young, wild, and free, (again) like Texas in 1880.
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Fri 26 Mar, 2010 04:38 pm
@Joeblow,
Thank you so much. That picture was him - he was so smart, but such a gentle, loving person who was always chuckling at one absurdity or another.
And Jack - he's another story in himself. He's my adopted British father. So lovely as well.
My mother, Juanita, who started out in life as a little girl born into poverty, sadness and loneliness who's rained such love and happiness on everyone who has been lucky enough to move in her orbit that she's ended up rich in every blessing life could bestow.
She is the strongest person I know and an inspiration to me as a woman and mother.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom - I love you with all my heart- Rebecca
If you double click on the picture - you can see a slideshow of her life, which was my intent to somehow embed here - but as usual, I didn't figure out how to do it right.
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Wed 11 Aug, 2010 04:16 pm
Well, I have always admired this beautiful boy - as he's always been such a beautiful person to me, inside and out. Tomorrow is his birthday and I want to say how much I've loved having him in my life and having had the privilege of watching him grow into the one of the strongest and kindest men I've ever known.
Happy Birthday Joseph! I couldn't admire you more!
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Sun 14 Nov, 2010 02:15 am
Yesterday (the 13th) would have been my parents 57th wedding anniversary. They met on a blind date, got married on a Friday the 13th and honored their vows to each other for 56 years until death parted them.
I admire them both greatly:
'Teen Hero' Drowns After Brother Saved First
An Australian teenager is being called a hero for insisting his younger brother be rescued first from floodwaters - before he was washed away in a trapped car.
According to the Sydney Morning Herald, non-swimmer Jordan Rice, 13, told rescuers to save his 10-year-old brother Blake as the family car was engulfed by a wall of water.
The paper described the heroic decision by Jordan on Monday afternoon as one that cost him his life.
Rescuer Warren McErlean said water raced through Toowoomba, rising eight inches in 10 seconds, according to a water depth gauge in the flooded street.
The two boys and their mother, Donna, 43, had been trapped by the surging floodwaters.
"When I first saw the car the water was up to the number plate," builder Mr McErlean, 37, told the paper.
"I thought I would push it backwards but by the time I walked 20 metres (65ft), it was up on the bonnet and coming up the windscreen."
Mr McErlean tied a lifeline around his waist, secured it to a post and tried to wade out to the car but the torrent pushed him downstream, nearly drowning the rescuer.
Another onlooker, identified only as Chris, pulled Mr McErlean to safety before they both attempted to reach the car again and haul teenager Jordan to safety.
But Jordan insisted his brother be first out of the car, with Chris handing him to Mr McErlean, as the force of the water risked sweeping them off their feet.
"I had the boy in one hand, the rope in the other. I wasn't going to let go but then the torrent came through and was pulling us down," Mr McErlean said.
Chris hauled Blake to dry land and the rescuers went back to try to get Jordan and his mother, but the car was swept away.
"The rope snapped and the car just flipped. The others were just gone, just disappeared," Mr McErlean said.
Jordan's father John Tyson said: "I can only imagine what was going on inside to give up his life to save his brother, even though he was petrified of water.
"He is our little hero. Jordan can't swim and is terrified of water.
"But when the man went to rescue him, he said 'save my brother first'."
And at the end of the day - I always come back to you Daddy. Because you would have been just like Jordan - and if Ray, or Happy or Leon or Dale or Kenneth or Robert or Bennie Mac (your brothers - older and younger) had been in the car with you, you'd have done the same thing. And I love and admire you for that -
I still think of you every day -- and I always will- I know that spirits and energy like yours and Jordan's don't just dissipate- what could contain them?
this is what you taught me 'from New York City down to San Antone':
It's called 'courage' and 'loyalty' - unfortunately rare these day. I'm sorry Jordan had to leave so soon.
This song is for him- I think he could have made a difference:
Brothers In Arms
By: Mark Knopfler
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
'The cart is shaken to pieces and the rugged road is nearly at an end' (Charles Dickens, Bleak House)-
Yet these two just soldier on with kindness and good will toward all who are lucky enough to move in their orbit.
Both nearly blind, one can't use his legs, the other can't use his hands anymore, yet they approach each day and everyone they meet with hopefulness and a smile.
Two of my favorite souls in this world:
Jack
and Altonese- may he always have the music which sustains him: