Janice Hall
I want to share a story about my wonderful brother: My brother Jerry always spoiled me and kept me from getting in trouble. When I was a toddler and we lived in Libya I had gotten in trouble and our mother was going to bust my butt, Jerry just couldn’t let that happen to his perfect baby sister. Jerry ran with me to the orange grove and hid me in an orange tree and made me promise not to say a word to anyone till he came back and got me, he knew mom would spank me if she hadn’t had time to forget what I had done or if Jerry hadn’t had time to talk her out of it. Mom wasn’t mean, she was a wonderful mom but I had a habit of doing things I knew not to do. Time passed and things calmed down and Jerry came to get me, problem was he forgot which tree he had put me in. Jerry yelled and yelled for me, but I wouldn’t answer: he had told me not to say a word. Finally I got hungry and Jerry saw orange peelings dropping from one of the trees and came to save me. This is only one of the many times he kept me from getting in trouble. The stories I have of Jerry span a lifetime. I love my brother and will miss him but honor his memory every day.
Donna, JJ, Paula, Carl and families I love each and every one of you.
Thursday April 2, 2015 at 8:31 pm