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.