Do we does or do we doesn't think this is adorable????

Cathy and Erin.....what a treat this should be for you.  He loved you so much!  Yep......there will be a story later....just a preview to get you interested.  As if, you already weren't.  I am really getting excited about doing this.  I have so many great pictures and they are all on the computer.  Now to just get them all intertwined with the stories of what was going on about that time....

Holly, wasn't he just as adorable as a baby and young daddy as he was when he fell so head over heels in love with you! 

Well, I can see this is going to become an obsession with me.  It is 1:00 in the morning and I am slammed dunk tired, yet here I sit going through old pictures and just wanting to share this with everyone.  I have never been an obsessive person, guess it just took the first story in writing to do it to me.  See, you can teach an old dog new tricks!  Good night sweet princesses of Texas...and you two princes as well.  Got a few stories for you as well, but what I lack in telling stories of you and your daddy and showing pictures of you all, I will make up by giving you a first hand look at him as he grew up and tell you some really funny stories about him that you never knew.  Wyndham you look a lot like him in a lot of the pictures I see of you on facebook.  Yes, I follow you and Connor and the girls on facebook and am so proud of each of you.  Now for real....good night! 

The World According To Roy.....The coming Chapters

Well, I got Chapter one posted, "Little Choctaw" and now I am going to give you the names of the chapters to come.  There are lots of pictures and lots of stories to go with the pictures, so be sure and not miss a Chapter.  As you may have already guessed, this is a Tribute to my brother.  Hard to write but needs to be written.  Not for the world to see, but for those who loved him to see; and were only able to see snippets of his life; only to get a glimpse of who he was and sometimes wonder why he was that way.  Complicated....to say the least; amazing....to say the most and of course everything in between. 

He was who he was and he believed in who he was.....he was the original "I shall, I shall, I shall not be moved." and there he would stay for the moment.  One of his favorite movies was "The World According To Garp," and often I called him Garp, so with that in mind, I have called this Memory Book, "The World According To Roy."

The Chapters are: 

El Dorado Here We Come....But Certainly Not Where We Started From

But, I LOVE Museums

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Toby Brown

A Christmas Story - Hats and Watches and Dominec De'BacaBella

Another Christmas Story

I am Smarter than You are

NO, I want a "Tuvel"

TeeToe TeeToe I Want a TeeToe

But I LOVE my Bowtie

Mom, is my arm SUPPOSED to do this

All of a sudden I LOVE my Sister

Too Smart for School---Too Dumb to stay out of trouble

The Move to Hot Springs -- He came for other reasons

unknown to me at the time....But He was there When I Needed Him

Flunks out of College ON PURPOSE to get Drafted....into the Marines

Leaving for Bootcamp

Bootcamp

Visit After Bootcamp..Again, there when I needed Him

Back to Camp Pendleton....Why He wasn't shipped to Viet Nam

Meets Pam-Marries Pam-Their First Home

Moving to Oklahoma...But afraid Healthy Baby will Hurt me....How Sweet.....How Wrong

Happy 30th Birthday.....NOT

Las Vegas Trip--This chapter will be a book and You will LYAO

Leaving Las Vegas

Cat Stevens....what a concert

You Did WHAT With My Car

Moves Into Karen Silkwood's House

Why Do I have to have a TV just because I signed up for Cable

HodgePodge of Years

Enter Angie

More to come.....Stay Tuned.  You won't want to miss a second

And thou shalt call His name.....

And thou shalt call His name Jesus,

Prince of Peace, Mighty God,

Wonderful, Counselor, Holy One

Lamb of God, Prince of Life

LORD God Almighty

Lion of the tribe of Judah

Root of David

Word of Life

Author and Finisher of our Faith

Advocate

The Way

Dayspring

Lord of all

I AM

Son of God

Shepherd and Bishop of Souls

Messiah, The Truth, Saviour

Chief Cornerstone

King of Kings

Righteous Judge

Light of the World

Head of the Church

Morning Star

Son of Righteousness

LORD

Jesus Christ

Chief Shepherd

Resurrection and Life

Horn of Salvation

Governor

The Alpha and Omega

The Great I AM

Thanks to all who are visiting and what to expect......

First of all, I know nothing about blogs.  For instance it says "add enclosure link" at the top of this and I have no idea what that means.  So, at least for now, I won't be doing that.  If anyone is blog savy and can help me out, leave a comment, call me write me an email, post on facebook or whatever.  Until then......

Secondly, this is going to be a journey and some will need a road map to follow it.  Sometimes, even I may get lost, but will try hard not to.  If I do, we can work our way out together.

Thirdly, there will be several segments to the blog and they will include the following:  The World According To Roy, which I have been wanting to do for over four years now, but somehow could just never do it.  I have the "chapter titles" in my book, but could never write the chapters.  I am left the only survivor of my "family."  I can tell you for sure, it is not a fun place to be.  I suppose most of us, as we age, figure that we will lose our parents; we are not ready for it and we do not want it but, we are somehow prepared.  I was more prepared for mother's passing, because she had been so sick for so long and her quality of life was so poor.  I was not at all prepared for my daddy's passing, he wasn't sick a day....just went to sleep and didn't wake up the next morning.  Took me a long time to get over that one....don't know yet how long as I still am not over it completely.  But, my baby brother....my only sibling; my only family from my "first family," think about him daily, miss him daily and laugh about many of the things that you, his children and grandchildren, probably never knew.  Well, unfortunately Cathy and Erin, you did know quite a bit, but you also had the wonderful privilege of seeing him grow into the wonderful strong man he was.  Holly, you, Roy and I talked about some of these things while I was there in Texas with you so you can attest to the truthfulness of some of the things that sound like noooooo, that just can't be true, but it was.

So, I will be telling the story of "The World According to Roy."  You won't want to miss a chapter.  Lots of pictures, probably pictures you have never seen.  I won't write a chapter every day, but I will often and I will try to let you know somehow what the "topic" of the day will be.

Fourthly, there will be many topics of the day: Polymer Clay and jewelry making and how it came to be....you can thank Holly, Marie and Heidi for that one; new business venture and what it is and why it is; High School Buddies, and I really mean High School Friends and how we got together after 46 years of not even talking to one another, much less seeing or sharing our lives with one another---that was really pretty stupid on all our parts to let 46 years go by....DON'T LET THAT HAPPEN TO YOU....KEEP UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS.  They know every single thing about you from the time you were in junior high...I don't think there is a junior high anymore....unimportant....I was talking about knowing everything about each other and still loving you.  And friends, unlike family, do not JUDGE you...they just love you.  It is wonderful for that one week a year when we all get together and become 15 all over again....hoping to add more to the yearly get together's, but even if we can't see each other, for goodness sake we can talk.......; politics I am sure will come up at some point...my or my what a volatile subject that is today; then religion will be discussed, again volatile but nevertheless a topic; and who knows what else!!!!!

One of the reasons I called this blog "Memories are just that" is because if you just thought of it a second ago, it has already become a memory.  We can have old memories, new memories, good memories, and bad memories, but we all have memories and that is exactly what they are:  memories.

Enjoy the ride~  Please comment on what you read...what you thought or think...become a part of someone's "memories."  You will be glad you did and so will they.....Also, feel free to change the topic of the day by commenting on something completely different than what you read....

I'll be seeing you, if only in my memories.  BonnieB

On the move now

What a lovely day to awaken and find I have 6 comments, okay, 3 of them are from me, but I did have 3 more.  Keep em coming.  Not only that, but I have 4 followers.  I am so excited I don't know what to do.  I am officially a blogger.

Cathy, Erin, Wyndham, Connor, and Holly this is for you.  There will be along the way some Eclectic Arbor things, and pics of things to sell....but I really expect even the buyers that come to this site to read this story of "Little
Choctaw"

Chapter One:  Little Choctaw

Today, I will start this off with a wonderful story about a youngster called "Little Choctaw."  Many of you knew him and many of you love him.  I knew him best, but though I loved him more than words could ever say, I am sure others loved him more, or at least thought they did.  But, he was my baby brother and mine he was, right from the very start.  Born on March 5, 1948 in Chickasha, OK, it was thought he might not live, but live he did, and made quite a mark on the world, I might add. 

He simply would not cry.  Dr. Roy Edgar Emanuel, whom he was named after, had been killed in an airplane crash just prior to his birth.  Dr. Roy had delivered me and was going to deliver Roy.  Mother worked for Dr. Roy for years and trusted him like you wouldn't believe (He even took my dad's tonsils out...OUCH).  When he and his nurse were killed, Mother didn't know what she was going to do.....like she had a really big choice 8 months pregnant in Chickasha, OK.  So, she did the only thing she could do.  She went to the "other" doctor and he delivered Roy. 

 Breathing problems ensued and the whacking began.  Finally that cry....that sweet first cry.  I didn't get to see Roy for several days and I could hardly wait.  WOW my very own baby brother.

They brought him and Mother home from the hospital in about two weeks and I finally could touch and look and touch and rub and touch this little thing.   He wasn't really what I had expected, he didn't play or talk and he didn't have any teeth.  But, he sure had a lot of black hair.  Mother and Daddy let me hold him as long as I was sitting down, and let me tell you, I sat down a lot in those days.  I loved holding him.  He was mine.

I have this uncle that was a huge teaser (still is as a matter of fact)...got big laughs out of teasing me.  I realize now that he loved me and that was why he, as my mother used to say, "nearly deviled me to death."  Not really so much fun being the teaseie....is that a word?  Especially at nearly 4 years old.  Why, my land, I was just a baby myself. 

Anyway, Roger and Billye came to see us at Neenies house and when they left, Roger gathered up Roy's diapers, some little shirts, his diaper bag and then had some folded blankets in his arms.  He said bye and he was taking Roy with them and walked out the door onto the front porch.  I, of course, began screaming and crying and chasing and begging,  "please don't take my baby brother!"  I followed clear out the door and onto the porch about 8 feet behind them....screaming and crying, when Roger turned around and said to me, "Well, if you are going to be such a crybaby then, just keep him." 

At this point he threw the blankets at me and I shuffled and grab and cried, but they went everywhere....I couldn't get them all before they fell on the ground.  I was completely shattered and everyone thought it was funny because, as you probably have guessed, Roy was not in the blankets, but rather sleeping peacefully in his bassinet.  I could not be comforted.  The person I loved most was no where to be found.  Finally after what seemed a very long time and the laughter had died down somewhat, I was picked up and taken to his bassinet and saw him sleeping.  I was no longer crying, yet I was still sobbing.  This is my first real memory of my baby brother and I knew then, I would always love him and try to keep him safe.  But, as we grew older it was nigh on impossible .... he could always out run me.

One More Once

Guess you could say this is a test!!!!! Going to try it again...being as my life is so full and interesting to everyone in the entire world. Going to try to figure out how to let all of you know how to get to me on this blog and how to blog back to me......here goes