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Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)
- TITLE: GOOD TIMES AND BAD TIMES
By Hope Grizzard
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Our paternal grandmother, Clara , (a midwife) delivered my brother, R.D., before the doctor arrived in October of 1936.
When an infant, he acquired double pneumonia. My parents sat up with R.D. day and night during five days. Daddy worked in a textile mill as well, and became exhausted. Thus, Daddy went to get the only person in the world he knew could help save his son.
So in the snow, he drove 12 miles [in 1936] to get his mother, a prayer warrior as well as midwife. The doctor had given Mama and Daddy’s tiny son, my only brother, up for dead, not to live throughout the night. Leaving his mother and son in the kitchen and the steam streaming from the teakettle, he, fully clothed, sat on the edge of the bed, simply fell back and passed out. When he awoke, he thought his son was dead. Before, R.D.’s breathing was so loud it actually shook the windowpanes. Now there was dead silence.
Grandma, sitting in a rocking chair, was softly humming to the child who was smiling and looking up at her from her arms. He was alive to his amazement. His son was alive. Daddy knew his mother was a godly woman, as well as a prayer warrior, and good midwife; and this had been his last straw to save his dying son. GOD answered her prayers again.
It was shouting time to the LORD.
Now if that isn’t enough for a young fellow to go through in life, read on. He was an inquisitive young tottler taking things apart to see what made they tick. Daddy put his screwdriver up in a china cabinet filled with dishes, glasses, bowls, and the like. My brother spotted this, and when Daddy had left, he climbed up on the cabinet, retrieving this screwdriver for his adventures, but his weight at the top of the doors toppled this large cabinet over.
There was a horrible sound of the crashing dinnerwares. My parents went running. Expecting their son to be dead, crushed by the weight of the dishes and cabinet, and bleeding to death, they lifted the cabinet off him, and to their surprise, he shook himself of the broken pieces. He held up the tool in his hands smiling at them saying, real slow, thinking he may receive a whipping for his actions,“S-s–c-r-e-w-d-r-i-v-e-r”. Not one cut, bruise or broken bone did he receive. Even after he got married, mother’s family would pick on him, saying simply an elongated word, “Screwdriver”. What the doctor said saved him was the cabinet fell on the corner of the chair he climbed up on. Again God’s Angels watched o’er him.
Also remember a huge boy, Joe, getting after my brother. He had a butcher knife, and said he was going to cut my brother’s head or ear off. I quickly ran into the area under the house and grabbed a pitchfork. Proceeding to the fight, I raised it and put in through the boy’s foot. My brother escaped, while the boy ran home and told his mother I attacked him. Furious, his mother came to our house, confronting my parents with the bad girl attack. Daddy asked me if I had attacked the boy, I said “NO” because I did not think I was attacking an innocent person, only saving my brother’s life. Daddy gave me a whipping stating, “I am not whipping you for saving your brother, I am whipping you because you denied what happened. I also told them I put the fork back where I had removed it, from under our home.
If you think we always agreed, you are wrong.
We were arguing, and for Christmas Daddy bought us each a pair of boxing gloves. Daddy made us put on those gloves. Putting us at either end of the couch, he explained, “ if you have to fight at least you will not injury the other one or yourself”. I don’t remember either of us taking a swing at the other.
He married, then their first baby, Marie, was born. At three months, she died of SIDS on her father’s chest after he had worked that night. He fed her and he said she looked up at him and gave him the sweetest grin. They had another girl, “Jenny” and then a son, Michael. Now he is a grandfather three times.
He now is in remission from Leukemia after surviving eight years
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