Recent Pictures

The pictures in last couple of posts show a person that I didn't really know. Especially the beautiful woman in the portrait pictures. She is a phantom - a dream. Real but not real. Not mine. Below are recent pictures of my wife.





(Shot on our 47th anniversary. Our last trip. We ate at the little place beside the river in Chimney Rock, sitting on the back porch looking out on the boulders in the nearly dry stream bed. We had been here several times before with various family members. Brenda did OK on this trip although the rough-riding Subaru WRX did hurt her back. Note: She carried her portable oxygen tank - along with a lot of other stuff in the big black bag that I got for her at Sharron Luggage a couple of years previous. Finding the right bag was always an issue. I now use the big black bag as my "man" bag - carrying it when I walk to the coffee shop in Mt. Holly and even hiking on Crowder's Mountain.)


(Probably 2007. In Brenda's "office" - one end of Yancie's old bedroom. Brenda liked Solitaire, emails, and doing Google searches. We always got into fights when things screwed up and I tried to explain what was happening or tell her what to do. After she died, I pulled up the old carpet (which she had always wanted me to do), cleared out her stuff and turned this into my bedroom.


(Approx September, 2009 - about three months before she died. She wanted me to take this picture so she could show it to someone the next time she got a haircut, to tell them how to do it. She wasn't entirely happy with this look but figured it was better than some of the other haircuts - she hated the little "twigs" of hair that stuck out from behind her neck and would sometimes get me cut them off. I think she got this last haircut at the Great Clips in Belmont. Afterward we went to the little coffee shop in Belmont. This might have been our last non-doctor related outing.)

Aside - I recently told an older but still pretty woman that someone said she was pretty and she immediately responded in that emphatic way women sometimes have when men fail to see self-evident truths, "That's not important. That changes."

Happy Pictures

Pictures uncovered in most recent attic excavation seem to show happy times. Here are some...


(Toddler pictures, Shelby or Charlotte - early 1940's. In the top picture she is wearing the "didee" that she was reported to have danced off on occasion. Indicating bad habits to come she also is said to have picked up (and eaten) cigarette butts off the sidewalk.)


(Charlotte or Shelby, early 1940's.)


(Finding Easter Eggs - probably Charlotte or Shelby - 1945 - 47.)


(Isabel and Brenda at Lafayette Apts where family lived in mid-late 40's. These were THE apartments in Shelby during that period. I lived on down Lee Street across from Shelby Millwork and thought that apartment life at the Lafayette was exotic. This is where Brenda rode her skates off the porch and got a concussion. About this time Don Gibson was learning to play the guitar across the street. Brenda and I lived in the Lafayette in Fall and Winter of 1961 after getting married in Aug of that year. )


(Shelby 1948 - 1949. Eight and ninth birthdays.)


(Shelby - 1953 - 1954. Brenda is the one with the really short hair. In later years she would not wear anything that revealed her arms.)

Portrait Pictures

Here are proofs from portrait session - probably taken in the late 50's, well into the Fall (when her father's furniture business went bankrupt). I like the proofs better than the picture they finally selected (the one her mother used for our engagement announcement, the one I used for her obituary and in various other places). She was still beautiful in the final picture, but remote, not the way she appears in the smiling picture below. It makes me rethink the period I've been calling the Fall.








(The final selected picture)

Pictures

Again, getting outside the narrative flow of previous posts, I am including some of pictures from current attic foray. And some pictures found earlier.

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(1991, in Phenix City Al at Aunt Margaret's 75th birthday party. Front row L - R Aunt Virginia Parris, Yancie Weathers. Back Row, L - R, Uncle Ken Parris, Uncle Bob Parris, Aunt Margaret Parris Hunt, Tom Weathers, Brenda Weathers. Interesting aside - on this date - March 28, 2010 - only Tom and Yancie remain.)


(1980's. One of our annual trips to Asheboro zoo in early October when we would celebrate Yancie's birthday by meeting my sister (far right), her husband Henry and little Henry - the guy in the red beret. My sister died in 2000.)



(Brenda working in backyard on Gold St - Shelby. She is decorating a concrete parking stop placed there by previous owner, Elva Gheen. Brenda always made do with what was there. Given the cars I'd guess somewhere between 1987 - 1991. )


(More gardening - not sure where, maybe Gold St. Brenda liked Gold St. Never cared for Mt. Holly.)


(In 1956 on porch at Blanton Street. I love this and following two pictures not only because she is especially beautiful - elegant, but because she seems to have a sense of confidence and poise - maybe happiness, that she does not normally display.)


(Almost laughing.)



(Actually laughing - the only picture I know that shows that. I did not know her in 1956 - just of her - although we did meet in 1952. I was in Florida when this picture was shot and even if I had been in Shelby would not have had the guts to approach her. I wonder, was 1956 a good year for her - maybe the last good year for a long time? Or was this moment a fluke. I don't know who the little girl was.)


(Probably on Blanton St in the early 1980's. Despite having to deal with me, this was a good time for Brenda.)


(Early 1990's, Gold St. Frank Hamrick, Margaret Hamrick, Yancie, Brenda. Frank and Margaret were our best friends. We saw them at the Dairy Queen every night and twice on Sunday's. Frank and I had coffee and ran errands every Saturday morning for about 35 years. When he died in 2002 - a few days before Allie was born it was like losing a brother. Brenda seems a little annoyed here. If so, it could be because she didn't like having her picture made. But maybe she isn't annoyed at all and the camera caught her in mid-expression.)


(Sometime between 1987 - 95, walking back or to the Dairy Queen from Gold St. It was about 1.5 miles. We joked about how I would push Brenda's back to help her get up hills. Probably it was the beginning of emphysema. )


(Brenda at the Dairy Queen. Probably in the late 1980's or early 1990's.)


(Brenda and Yancie in front of Webb Chapel in Shelby where Margaret's mother was getting married and where Yancie would get married some years later. Sometime in the 1980's. Brenda is standing in her model's pose one leg and foot held at an angle. Maybe when she was younger this was a conscious act - maybe not. But it wasn't conscious here because she didn't know I was shooting this picture - many pictures of her candid, unplanned shots. She was never at peace with her beauty and would deny it. Maybe being too pretty too soon got her in trouble with the predators who showed up on Blanton St. )


(Another of her model pose pictures. On Blanton street probably in 1953 - 1954 when she was 13 or 14.)


(In 1946 - when she was six. On Thompson Street in Shelby. Her grandmother Lackey's big house is on the left. This is where Brenda would live until 1950 when her grandmother died and she moved back to Blanton St. The smaller house directly behind might have been constructed by one of Brenda's Lackey uncles. )


(Curtis Moser pictures, items. The picture on the right from 1931 was shot during a visit to a relative in Palm Beach. Brenda used to talk about a place named Rey De Tey. The newspaper clipping and the program card pertain to Debutante week in Raleigh in 1932. Curtis escorted Miss Elizabeth Campbell. They were among "six attractive members of the young social contingent in Shelby").


(Curtis and his mother Dora Richardson - probably from the 1930's. She was from the elegant side of the family with Old South connections. The Moser's - according to Brenda, were black sheep Jews - of whom she was very proud.)


(Curtis and Isabel at Chimney Rock NC - in the late 1930's.)


(Curtis and Isabel - maybe in front of house in Charlotte where they lived during early years of WWII - which Brenda remembered as one of the best times of her life.)


(Curtis and Isabel - on Blanton St in Shelby in the mid-1950's. By this time, the Fall was probably already beginning to happen.)


(Isabel's 1935 class picture from Fassifern, a girl's finishing school near Hendersonville NC. It might be just my perception, but she reeks of sensuality and danger. She and Curtis were a match made somewhere other than in heaven.)


(Brenda looks like Isabel here - July 1962, about the time I went in the Army)



(Curtis - probably 1945 in Okinawa where guarded Japanese POWs.)


(Isabel - 1910's)


(Louisiana 1945 - Before going to the Pacific Curtis was stationed in Ft. Polk Louisiana. Brenda and Isabel rode the train from Shelby to Alexandria to visit him.)


(Isabel and baby Brenda. Probably Shelby, 1940 - 1941.)



(Brenda as adolescent and younger. Given that she usually looked older in pictures than she actually was it is hard to say. In a previous move when we were looking at these pictures, she remembered as a little girl hating the curly hair-do in the bottom photo. Her displeasure is apparent in the picture.)

Brenda's Dignity

I was prompted by a conversation with someone to think about Brenda's dignity - so I'll get outside the chronological narrative that I have followed so far and write about that.

Several stories.

Almost every night in Shelby we went to the Dairy Queen to meet friends for coffee. It was our bistro - our neighborhood bar. Yancie grew up there, in the summer playing outside with the owner's children. One night Brenda and I were sitting at the back table waiting for our friends to show up when Dr. Abdul Gangoo walked in the door. I said to Brenda in a voice that was maybe louder than I intended "That's ABDUL GANGOO!". I loved the name. Brenda was afraid that he could hear me (maybe he could) and poked me in the ribs, saying "Shhh - be quiet." Naturally I said it again, this time louder "ABDUL GANGOO - ABDUL GANGOO." He probably did hear me this time. Brenda was enraged. I had violated her sense of proper dignified behavior. (In truth I had probably violated anyone's sense of proper behavior. I am a silly man.)

(This happened more than once.) Brenda and I are in a public place - most likely a restaurant. Brenda sees something interesting over my shoulder. Whispering she tells me about it but warns me not to turn around because I tend to stare, to gawk. She is much more dignified, able to gather everything in a single surreptitious glance. I by implication am a mouth breather and drooler. Later when both of us start to have trouble hearing she passes me notes describing human oddities I am not allowed to stare at.

(This also happened more than once.) It is in the summer in a car with no air conditioning. We are going somewhere where appearance matters. Brenda wants to keep the windows up because the wind will mess up her hair. But I am hot. We compromise by finding a combination of up and down windows that provides a bit of breeze without disrupting the hair she labored over for half an hour and is still not happy with. It is a matter of dignity - although on the way home, she smiles and lets her hair blow free.

Years ago, Brenda said that her dignity would probably kill her and toward the end acknowledged that it probably had. This had to do with the fact that she did not like being seen without her clothes - even or maybe especially by a doctor. She went for years without having a physical exam. A PAP smear was impossible. I think she was ashamed of her body - I don't know why. She was always thin, with an elegant sort of Audrey Hepburn figure. (When she caught me gawking at more endowed women, she would often hiss, "Well why don't you go get yourself some maruska?" - which was her term for larger women.)

When I was a young man and even more ignorant than I am now I tried to change her - imagining if only I could release the wild sprite I knew was inside her - what a treasure I would have - not aware of or accepting what I did have.

Not two months before she died, she acknowledged that she sometimes regarded smiling and laughing as being undignified. I was amazed that there were still secrets and revelations.

From High School To First Jobs

This covers the period from 1958 until February or March 1961 - when she was working at the place where she would spend the rest of her life - and when I came on the scene.

Brenda wanted to go off to school - perhaps to one of the all-girl schools like Peace and maybe study design. She always had a flair for design (so did her father); when she was young she liked to draw dresses. Later in our own houses she made design projects out of various rooms. It was a running joke that she would sacrifice practicality for appearance. Statuary always decorated (and blocked) doorways. (Her modesty regarding her talent was extreme. She claimed to be retarded and liked to tell stories about how her father and other people would criticize her dress designs - calling them impractical.)

With Curtis’ business fully on the skids by now there wasn’t money to send Brenda off to school so she went Howard’s Business College in Shelby to learn how to be a secretary. I don’t know who paid for this - but I think her father managed to scrape up the money.

Howard’s was a small place that did not exist for too long. It was managed (owned?) by Hemon (sp?) Carpenter, the brother of Brenda’s boyfriend Jerry. I think Brenda went there for a year - maybe two. She took various business-related courses, including psychology. She liked the school and got along well with her classmates. It is my impression that she actually enjoyed hanging around the break room with other students drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and listening to bawdy stories told by some of the older women (Randy Logan, a famously wild woman from that era might have been a student at that time.)

Either during or shortly after Howard’s, Brenda worked part-time for her father as a secretary.

Her first full-time job was with a company called Woodward Warren. It was a commercial refrigeration company located in an old building somewhere downtown, maybe on DeKalb street near the First Baptist Church. Brenda said that the main office was in Charlotte and that owner opened this branch so that he could be near his girlfriend who evidently lived in Shelby. Brenda didn’t have much to do. She fed pork rinds to the rats who eventually became half-tame. She especially liked one black and white rat. Sometimes her mother would stay with her and feed the rats.

Her second job, the one that would last a lifetime was as a secretary with the local Right-of-Way branch of the Highway Department. She started sometime in the Spring of 1960, near her birthday on May 1st - when she became 20 years old. She stayed there until 2004.

I am not sure how she got the job. I think maybe Hilton Eades, the man who would become her first boss, called Howard’s and asked for a recommendation. From the beginning Eades treated her as more than a secretary. He taught her about reading plans - how the process worked. The job became Brenda’s refuge and salvation - in some respects, her life.

I am not sure where Jerry Carpenter - her boyfriend - was in all this. Her got a baseball scholarship to Carolina but was required to work in the school cafeteria to help pay expenses. He could not bear to serve food to the “rich kids” and quit. By the time I came on the scene in February or March of 1961 he was in the Army. At some point he had asked Brenda to marry him and she had refused. She never was exactly clear about their status when I called. But it was my understanding that they were no longer together. I don’t know - never thought to ask - who broke up with whom. Possibly it was he who gave up on her. Brenda tended not to initiate major moves - life happened to her, not the other way around.

Through High School

This covers the period from 1950 - when Brenda moved back to Blanton Street after her grandmother died until 1958, when she graduated from Shelby High School. It was during this period that the Third Fall occurred, when her father’s business failed and the drinking (both his and Isabel’s) got much worse.

I’ll organize this section by school years - grammar, junior high, high school.

Grammar School Years

I think Brenda was happy enough in grammar school, from 1946 until 1952. She had friends; she played with other children. The only story I know is the one when she was going to Graham Elementary school which was located beside the house on Blanton Street. Bessie, the black woman who worked at her house would walk up from their yard to the playground and admonish Brenda about things. Perhaps Brenda would be out playing without a coat and Bessie would waddle up and yell, hands on hips, (in front of all the other children) “Brendlen Moses - you put your coat on!”. (There are other Bessie stories - like the one about the time the family returned home to hear splashing coming from the back of the house. Bessie, who didn’t have a bathroom, was taking a bath.)

I remember more stories now....

Brenda hated green beans and would hide them under her dress - actually sit on them. I think somebody - maybe Bessie - made her eat the green beans she had been sitting on.

The family had a parakeet named Pretty Boy. He either got loose or was allowed to fly free in the house. Once sitting in a chair in the living room, Brenda felt something beneath her. It was Pretty Boy. Smothered. She shrieked and flung the lifeless bird across the room.

Junior High Years

Things went downhill in the Junior High years, from 1952 until 1954. Her father’s business started to go bad. She became physically mature. Her parent’s drinking got worse. Predatory drunks and sexual deviants started to hang around the house. I don’t know what happened but I am pretty sure that something did and that is scarred her. There is a picture of her sunbathing with her friend Janice in the back yard. The girls are about 13 years old. Both are wearing shorts and halter tops. It looks as if Brenda has stuffed something (tissue paper?) in her top to make her breasts look bigger. Sometime later she scratched angry pencil marks over her breasts.

(It was during this time that we first met - maybe 1952. It was a Saturday afternoon Pete Panther and I were on the steps in front of the Junior High School - near downtown. Carol Moser and a slightly younger girl walked by. Carol, Pete and I were classmates; Pete and I halfheartedly vied for her attention. I am pretty sure the younger girl was Brenda, Carol’s first cousin. I expect they had been to a movie and were walking back to Brenda’s house on Blanton Street. I remember that the other girl was pretty and reserved. If the word had been in my vocabulary I would have said that she was exquisite. When asked years later neither Carol nor Brenda remembered the encounter so I could be making the whole thing up. But I don’t think so.)

Janice lived across the street. She and Sarah Blanton who also lived across the street were Brenda’s best friends. Brenda would accompany Jancie and her family on Sunday afternoon drives. Jancie’s father droved slowly and the girls (maybe just Jancie) would make squealing noises when he went around curves. There was no need to make squealing noises with Curtis - he always drove like a bat of hell.

Brenda said that she hated Junior High School but never elaborated too much - although she did say that she despised gym class - especially the blue shorts and tops they were made to wear (although that might have been in high school). I am sure Brenda did not hate gym because she was incompetent. She had good reflexes and balance and could catch better than I could (although that was not a great feat).

A story from the junior high or early high school period...

A couple times each year Curtis and Isabel would go to big furniture shows in High Point. They left Brenda home with a woman named Mrs. Oleary. During one of these trips Brenda manged to consume nothing but black walnut cookies and a drink called Hemo(?). After a week or so of this she became so constipated that she had to be taken to the hospital (managed then by her Uncle Bob Moser) for an enema. They told her it was like having a baby.

High School Years

Although things were no better at home during the high school years (1954 - 1958), it is my impression that she might have handled the situation better. Then again, maybe not. At least she contrived a style and a way of being that expressed who she was.

I went to Shelby High my freshman and junior years. I remember Brenda from my junior year. She was a weird beautiful girl with short blond hair who always wore black and never looked at anybody. She was at the same time scared, scornful and proud. Once she fell down the concrete stairs at school and bloodied her head. She did not seek help - I don’t know if any was offered. She walked from school downtown to her father’s business. I either saw the incident or imagined that I did - possessed by an image of her blond hair plastered in blood and her face filled with shame and pain. We had no contact at all in that time. Of course everybody knew her or knew of her. I even had some small notoriety due to the James Dean resemblance. Brenda said that she and Janice sometimes walked behind me going home from school and Janice had to be restrained from coming up and saying something to me. (That must have been after my mother died and we living in the duplex that had been created from the old Elk’s club. Sometimes I walked home at lunch to grill a baloney and cheese sandwich.)

Brenda was pursued by various brave guys in school and was eventually captured by one (not me - I was not that brave then). She usually walked home (about 1/3 mile) to Blanton Street, rain or shine and several guys tried to give her a ride when the weather was bad. One of them, David Rose, was at the reception after Brenda died and he told me the story of his encounter with her. Another one was Bob Childers, a dark handsome fellow who drove a James Dean style 1950 Mercury coupe (when I drove at all it was my dad’s 1950 Ford sedan). Brenda grudgingly admitted that she liked his looks - but I am not sure she got into the car with him. David said that she did get in his car bit didn’t say anything. Just sat there. However he did recount that they both were involved in some sort of required/volunteer activity after school and that they did talk then and that she was pleasant.

Although she went out on a couple of dates with Morris Page and Harold Dobbins she was eventually won by Jerry Carpenter. Another darkly handsome fellow, he was a star athlete and a somewhat renown fighter - not a bully but certainly a tough guy. They went together for maybe two years in high school and then for a couple of years afterward. If girls are supposed to marry men that remind them of their fathers then Brenda should have married Jerry. Not only was he dark like Curtis, he was troubled. I am sure that she loved him. She probably continued to love him in the way that we do with people from our past. I don’t know too much about their relationship. He was fully involved in the school and would attempt to drag her along on some of the activities in which he was required to participate. She might have even attended some of them. I believe she actually appeared in a fancy dress as his homecoming attendant. However I don’t think she went the Junior-Senior dance. She told me that they fought a lot, but I got the impression they were good fights. She also said that he looked after her on some of the bad nights on Blanton Street. She went to his house and ate dinner with his family. She said that his mother cooked good little biscuits.

The rest of this time is a collection of odd snippets. She and Jerry double-dated with another football player and Libby Haynes - who was the star beauty of that class. Brenda and her cousin Marlene Moser got drunk and so disgusted Jerry that he left them to their own devices. The beautician who died Brenda’s hair blonde experimented with a new color which left Brenda with lavender hair. Curtis made her walk back across town in this condition to get her hair dyed back to its previous blond color. Brenda said that peroxide was required and that after the procedure her hair was like straw. Brenda, Jerry and some others went to Charlotte to see black rock and roll musicians perform. Brenda told somebody that one of the performers reminded her of Kathleen Crow, the Spanish teacher. Mrs. Crow though it was funny and teased Brenda about it.

Living With Grandmother

Brenda lived with her maternal grandmother for several years until 1950 when the old woman died. As I have noted in other posts, I am not sure why Brenda was sent there. By this time Brenda's parents had moved into the house on Blanton Street. Maybe there was a lot of partying and they didn't want a seven-year old around. Maybe her grandmother asked for her, wanting the company. Or maybe (and this has just occurred to me) Brenda's oppositional sense had already kicked in and her parents thought her grandmother might have better luck controlling her. Maye it was a mix of all that. However, I do know that Brenda regarded it as the best time of her life.

As before, these are impressions of her impressions.

Brenda had a little room with sloping ceilings, maybe under the eaves. But it was no attic garret. She loved the little room.

At night her grandmother sequestered them both behind a series of locked doors (which might mean that the little room was associated with the grandmother's bedroom). Brenda said if there had been a fire they would have never been able to get out past all the locked doors.

Her grandmother kept a pretty little shiny pistol (a nickle plated revolver?) in her beside table. Brenda played with it before she learned that the gun was always loaded. In later life Brenda expressed an interest in pistols and said something about going to the shooting range.

Brenda liked to slide down the long banister from the second to the first floor of the big old house. Her grandmother would wait at bottom to pinch Brenda's fanny as punishment.

Although there were servant's quarters over the garage I don't think anyone lived there at the time. However Perry, an imperious black man did don livery to drive them around in a black Cadillac - probably a limousine. Brenda said that he and her grandmother often argued. He would sometimes chauffeur Brenda to school. I always had an imagine of a little waif of a girl being dropped off at Washington school by a stern but kindly black man. In reality I expect that the grandmother made sure that Brenda was well dressed. I think Perry also did some of the cooking.

The upstairs hallway was huge open space, a room unto itself with a sofa and other furnishings. This is where Brenda liked to play.

Her grandmother's skin was soft and unlined. Her dresser was covered with vials, bottles and jars of exotic cosmetics. In Brenda's later years, her one indulgence (aside from cats) was her Clinque lotions and skin preparations.

The grandmother died in 1950. I think she had been sick for some time. I believe she had a heart attack. Brenda says she saw them roll the body out. I don't know if Brenda had been living there until the end and if so if anybody was with her. It's an obvious question now. I don't know why I never asked.

In my parsing of these events, this was the second Fall in her life. The first was when they moved back to Shelby from Charlotte, the third was when her father's business went under, and the fourth (two years after marrying me) was when her father died.

After War

This is about the period after the war before the others moved into the house on Blanton Street and Brenda moved in with her grandmother. It is my impressions of her impressions. I don't have an emotional sub-text for this time. I assume she was more-0r-less happy.

During the last months of the war and maybe immediately after, the entire family lived in the big house on Warren Street with Brenda's grandmother. Brenda's Uncle Evans and his family might have also been there. Brenda talks about playing with her cousin Elizabeth at her grandmother's.

Brenda might have been living there when she started the first grade at Graham school. I don't know how she she felt about school then. She might have liked it. I do know that back then, before day care and kindergarten, children were often sick throughout the first grade as result of their first exposure to large numbers of other children. Many had to repeat the first grade. Brenda made it through ok, but she did have her tonsils removed, possibly by Dr. Johnson. That's when they used ether to knock you out, putting a mask over your face and telling you to breathe deeply of the noxious fumes.

For a time Brenda lived with her mother and father in the Lafayette apartments on the upper end of Lee Street. The apartments had been constructed by T.G. Daniels, a grand entrepreneur who owned Shelby Millwork where my father was the superintendent. The only thing I know about Brenda's life in the apartments was that she fell off the porch - maybe she was skating - and got a concussion. She had several head traumas over the years. This time she actually was unconscious for a time.

Aside 1 - I lived at the other end of Lee Stree across from Shelby Millwork. Walking to Washington School past Layfayette apartments, I regarded the rambling two story structure as an exotic glamorous place. Florence Washburn, a classmate throughout grammar school lived there and I used to imagine her in silk night clothes, like the girls I saw in the noir movies my mother liked.

Aside 2 - Don Gibson the country music song writer and performer lived in a two story house across the street from the Layfayette apartments. Of course at the time (the late 1940's) I did not know who he was. But I remember seeing a group of guys sitting on the front porch picking and singing. I am not sure if Brenda saw this group, but I expect that she did.

At Fort Polk, La

Curtis was drafted late in WWII and as noted in his post, ended up in the Pacific (on Saipan maybe) guarding Japanese prisoners of war.

When he was still in the US going through training,Brenda and her mother rode the train from Shelby to Ft. Polk - probably to nearby Alexandria La. (I am pretty sure that this trip was separate from the car trip that Isabel took with another Shelby woman to visit her husband.)

Both trips were adventures - the train trip maybe even more so because it was just Isabel and Brenda (and even if Curtis had been on leave and accompanied them going from Shelby to Ft. Polk, there was still the trip back).

Brenda's memories of the trip were fragmentary. She remembered seeing a lot of soldiers. Once she saw a group - probably MPs - beating a drunk soldier bloody. She remembered not havingf anything to eat until her father scrounged an apple which she said was the best thing she ever had.

Brenda and Isabel stayed in a rooming house (in Alexandria?). Apparently not every place would keep children and they had trouble finding a room. Brenda remembered that an officer's wife stayed there too and that she was nice. (And there was another story Brenda told - I think about rooming house - involving an adventure in a communal bathroom. A man was bent over naked cleaning the tub after his bath. A woman came up from behind and thinking that the man was her husband grabbed his private member which was dangling between his legs and announced "Ding dong, supper's on." It wasn't her husband.)

I don't know if Curtis spent every night in the room with Isabel and Brenda or just when he could get leave. Brenda remembered seeing him hop off a military bus which did not come to a complete stop.

And she remembered stepping in a mud puddle and getting her clothes dirty.

(Aside. I was also stationed in Ft. Polk from Sept to Dec in 1962, completing my six months reserves training. I don't think I knew then that Brenda and Isabel and Curtis had been there before me.)

Charlotte

Just as my first real memories are of an idyllic time in Baltimore during the war years Brenda's first real memories are of an idyllic time in Charlotte during the war years. (I wonder, does everybody remember the time when they were 3, 4, 5 as idyllic whether or not they had moved? And if they moved, do they remember the return back to wherever they came from as the beginning of a Fall?)

Brenda's family (she, Isabel and Curtis) moved to Charlotte in the early 40's - maybe 1942 or 1943. As I noted in another post, Curtis - who at the core was a damaged artist, had a job as a layout artist at Sterchi's furniture store.

Her memories were recollections of impressions, images and feelings.

It was soft and fuzzy - safe. The adults were happy.

She remembered walking with her mother to downtown Charlotte to met her father who was working late. (Did they ride the bus?) Curtis was sitting at the window of his little office and she could see him from the street below. He was illuminated by the light from the room as the sun went down outside

She remembered him bringing home doughnuts (from Krispy Kreme?).

And she remembered (or was told or saw the old picture) Curtis and Isabel dressing up in fancy clothes to go to Charlotte's one swanky nightclub, El Morocco. (Over the years it has been home for a number or venues - a country place and once maybe strip club. Driving by with my parents on the way to somewhere else I imagined that it was like Humphrey Bogart's place in Casablanca.)

This became part of Brenda's family legend - a story that was told over and over - how Curtis and Isabel used to hang out with Charlotte's up and coming young people - that they moved in high society - not because they had money, just wit, grace and maybe sex appeal.

According to the legend, things would have been OK if they had stayed in Charlotte, away from the dark family influences that waited back in Shelby. (According to my personal legend things would have been OK with me if we had stayed in Baltimore.) But the little Moser family did move back to Shelby in 1944 or 45. Curtis was going to be drafted. But the real reason was that Isabel's mother wanted her daughter to be closer to home.

Aside - Mixed in with Brenda's Charlotte memories was an image of "Mrs. Mews" the kindly neighbor lady who looked after Brenda when Curtis and Isabel were out on the town. And there was the strange story of a little neighbor boy whom Isabel and Curtis considered adopting. I know that Brenda regretted not having a brother, somebody who could have looked after her during the dark days and nights on Blanton St.

Beginning

Brenda was born in Shelby hospital on May 1st 1940. Maybe Heywood Thompson was the doctor. A cranky little man (whom my mother once berated for giving me sulfa medicine when he knew I was allergic to it) he was the doctor to many of us.

Brenda's first memories were memories of what she had been told by adults.

She was told that as a toddler she liked to dance and would "dance her diidee off". To my knowledge she never danced after that - no, that is wrong, she danced with her father when she was an adolescent. I only know that I never saw her dance or danced with her except for a few self-conscious forays across the kitchen floor.

(But when the music got down and dirty she could not stop herself from tapping her feet and moving her body in small imperceptible ways. The first time I saw that was when we were in the red Corvair coupe - which would later become "Little Lulu" - coming back from our honeymoon in Charleston. Ray Charles was singing something. Brenda smiled a little and moved in almost imperceptible but sexy ways.)

She loved the TV show "Dancing with the Stars" and was pleased that she lived long enough to see who won last year's season.

She also liked cigarettes even when she was little and had to be stopped from picking up butts off the sidewalk and putting them in her mouth. She called cigarettes "her friends".

Isabel Lackey Moser

She was born August 30, 1915 and died Nov 25 1989. She was at the Shelby Convalescent (?) nursing home in Shelby, where she had been since 1987. I think that she bled to death from a perforated stomach (ulcer?). She had been given medicine for something else (arthritis?) which prevented blood clotting and then was kept on the medicine when it was no longer needed. Also a feeding tube had been left in too long. Both Brenda and I were with her when she died. She died the same way Brenda would die 20 years later, taking fewer and fewer breaths until finally she didn’t breath any more. It was late in the afternoon, about dusk (which is when Brenda died). Earlier that day she told Brenda that she loved her.

This is what I know of her family tree:


Here are the bits and pieces I know of her family lore…

WD Lackey Sr. was Cleveland County sheriff from 1914 to 1919, moving from Fallston to Shelby to take the job. At some point he was a county commissioner and the mayor of Shelby. He might have been the one who was in the Klu Klux Klan or it might have his son, Jesse. (Brenda said she found a costume when she was living with her grandmother Matilida.) Of course it could have been both of them.

Harriet Hessintine was a source of names. Isabel was almost named Hessintine but somebody (her mother or father) had the birth certificate changed. As Brenda told the story I had an image of somebody actually rushing down the street. Brenda’s first name (which she hated even more than the name “Brenda”) was Harriet. (I think “Brenda” came from the actress Brenda Marshall.)

Jesse Lawrence Lackey (who might have been a Klansman) was a car dealer. At one time (before or after he died) the dealership included Cadillac, Pontiac, Buick, and GM trucks. In the early 60’s they even had the franchise for MG’s and Austin Healey’s. His sons WD and Evans ran the business after he died. Isabel had an interest but, according to legend was cheated out of her share. Brenda said that the two brothers were in the habit of forging Isabel’s signature on legal papers.

Isabel was a sucker for smooth talking men. She was especially vulnerable after Curtis died. I think her brothers managed to get a chunk of Curtis’ veteran’s benefit. However having said that I should note the WD and Evans were kind to Brenda and helped her with her parents. WD was the one Brenda would call if her father ended up in jail or got stuck somewhere drunk. (Brenda told the story about being called to find them in the 56 Buick - Speedo - stuck in the middle of a muddy red clay field.) Perhaps the brothers felt that they were owed something for putting up with a bothersome sister and drunken brother-in-law. And of course in the car culture from which they came, cheating and being a hard-ass were just part of the game.

The only one of the Lackey ancestors that Brenda remembered was her Grandmother Matilda. Brenda lived with her for the last year or two of her grandmother’s life. I’ll write more about that in Brenda’s stories. All I’ll note here is that I was never quite sure why Brenda was there - although I suspected that her parents just wanted her out of the house. However, Brenda seems to have regarded those few years as the best time of her life. I think that when she (Brenda) moved back home in 1950 it was the beginning of The Fall (which was completed a few years later when Moser Furniture Company went bankrupt).

Either Matilda or Harriet Hessintine (the latter I think) had a difficult childhood, losing a mother early and having to look after a number of siblings. I believe that Matilda kept lodgers in the big house on Warren Street - evidently even after JL got rich. Brenda remembers a travelling sales lady who handled Luziers cosmetics. The woman gave Brenda facials and little sample bottles of cosmetics (Brenda always liked perfume bottles). Brenda also told stories about her grandmother making fancy pastries for the town’s rich people.

Matilda note (2/8/10) - Looking at this picture I remembered Brenda telling me that once Matilda locked herself in a bathroom and threatened to shoot herself. This was because of an affair by Jesse Lawrence. I think Brenda told me the story in response to my comment that her grandmother - based on pictures I had seen and on what Brenda had told me about living in her house, was very stable.

WD/Evans note (2/10/10) - I seem to recall stories about how WD and Evans picked on John McClurd a neighbor boy. I knew McClurd - a sad man who lived at home with this mother and was a self-taught architect who drew plans for various builders including my father. McClurd's mother ("Tille"?) died in a kitchen fire and John blew his brains out.



These are the bits and pieces that Brenda told me about Isabel’s early life…

Isabel seems to have been emotionally fragile and spoiled, especially by her father. (Did her brothers resent her or love her?)

The family, although living in town (Shelby, in the big house on Warren Street) kept a cow for milk. Isabel would feed the cow jelly biscuits, perhaps visiting the cow when things went badly in the house.

During her last years of high school, Isabel was sent off to St Genevieve of the Pines a Catholic school for young ladies in Ashville, NC. It’s my impression that a boy might have been involved. (At least one other girl in the extended family - Larue Lackey - went off the deep end for a man.). Isabel transferred from St Genevieve to Fassifern - a finishing school in Hendersonville, NC. I never heard Isabel talk much about it - but she didn’t talk much to me anyway (never addressing me directly by name). I know that by the time I came on the scene she wasn’t keeping up with anybody from that time. However her annual is signed by a number of girls. Brenda treasured the Fassifern class ring but I think it was lost.

At one point, Isabel had a driver’s license, but sometime in her youth - before she was 20, ran off the road and never drove again. However, as soon as Brenda became 16 she bought a second car for the family which Brenda used to haul her mother and run errands. I recall that the Isabel was the calmest passenger I ever encountered. Nothing bothered her - even the time I drove our Buick station wagon across the rickety bridge. (Brenda, Yancie, Isabel, an I were coming back from Saturday night dinner just across the SC line in Gaffney. I took a scenic side road and ended up crossing a rushing creek over a bridge that literally seemed about to fall in. Once on the bridge and committed I was horrified but Isabel laughed and seemed to think it was a grand adventure.)

According to legend she first saw Curtis when they were all in Cohen’s department store in Shelby - she maybe with her mother and he by himself. She was smitten by the dark, dangerous looking person and was told he was that “Moser boy”.

Although I’ll write about this in Brenda’s stories, I think Isabel visited Curtis twice after he was drafted in the Army late in WWII. The last visit was the train trip to Ft Polk Louisiana. She was accompanied by Brenda then. However, I think there was an earlier trip taken by Isabel and another young woman from Shelby whose husband was also in the service. They drove down (to Ft Polk?) in the woman’s car, having borrowed gas ration cards from a lot of people. I was always impressed by the courage it must have required for her to take that trip.

Here are some post-Curtis stories, again, bits and pieces (mostly my association with her - I'll write about Brenda's association in her stories)…

When she was younger, before I knew her Isabel was thin and very pretty - if that picture at the first of this is any guide you could say that she was smoldering - in the current vernacular, hot. By the time I came on the scene in 1961 she was plump - still pretty I guess - but as a superficial 21 year old I would have had trouble seeing the still smoldering charm of a somewhat overweight 46-year old woman. (Also in my own defense from the beginning I detected something wrong with her.)

I was always deeply suspicious of Isabel - at least until the last year or so. She pretended to be one thing and was I thought something else. Her friendliness - until the end - always seemed feigned.

After Curtis died in 1963 we lived in her house on Blanton St until sometime in the mid-1980s when she moved into an apartment. There was never any question. Brenda was going to take care of her mother and if I wanted to live with her (Brenda) I would come too. It was like a door slamming shut. Brenda felt that her mother would not survive without her. I felt that Brenda would not survive without me.

Throughout the 60's and early 70's I hated Isabel for her drunkenness and dependency - for the hold she had on Brenda and for what I perceived as her deeply devious nature. She brought drunk men into the house. I threatened to kill one with my good carpenter's hammer and I hit another one in the face, splattering his blood on the kitchen floor. A few times I yelled at her. Once I grabbed her behind the neck to forcibly move her from one room to another. I probably wanted to kill her.

Some time in the early 70's Isabel began to gradually straighten herself out. By the time Yancie came along in 1976 she had stopped drinking altogether. She finally moved a little past the vile freak show that had been the Curtis/Isabel partnership. Isabel and I still had an uneasy truce, never speaking to each other by name.

Sometime in the late 70's Brenda and I bought the Blanton St house from Isabel and she moved into an apartment where a friend lived. I always thought it was brave thing for Isabel to do. And of course I was happy to have her out of our house.

Funny asides...

There was an earthquake in Shelby - maybe in the early 70's. It happened late at night and woke us up with rattling dishes. Isabel went running across the street to cousin Reid's house, leaving Brenda and I to our own devices.

Another time something happened to the furnace and the house filled up with smoke. The cat Angel woke us up. Again, Isabel ran across the street to Reid's house

After Yancie came on the scene Isabel was a good grandmother - not exactly hands-on (I always wondered how she managed to look after Brenda) but devoted. She was Grandma Bell. Yancie loved her and has fond memories of spending afternoons at Grandma Bell's apartment, lying in bed, watching soap operas and eating junk food that I think Isabel asked Yancie not to talk about.

For a while Isabel actually had a couple of jobs and was president of the local Business and Professional Woman's association. She got into the politics and drama - maybe even getting Brenda to come to a few meetings.

Then a number of acquaintances died, including her friend and neighbor at the apartment. Isabel started to come a little unglued. She wasn't drinking again, but she became afraid and anxious. We bought a larger house with a light airy basement apartment so she could move in with us.

It didn't work out.

It was my understanding that Isabel would stay downstairs and we would stay upstairs. I said something one night when I came home and found her upstairs about to have supper with us. I immediately regretted it because I could see that she was genuinely hurt. I think she continued to come upstairs to eat with us but she started to become more and more irrational. It wasn't exactly my fault but what I said didn't help.

The climax came when Brenda went to work one morning and left Isabel sitting on the commode. Isabel said she couldn't get up without help. Brenda didn't believe her, thought it was an act, and yelled. Later that morning, feeling guilty Brenda came back home accompanied by Margaret her coworker at the Right of Way Department office. Isabel was still on the commode. However when Brenda reached out it required no effort to pull her 160 pound mother up from the commode. She rose with no effort. And I think Brenda said there were no marks on Isabel's bottom from having sat on the commode for three hours. When getting back to the office Margaret, normally a mild-mannered little woman announced "That woman is crazy as hell." We never knew if Isabele had been sitting there the entire time or seeing Brenda's car pull in the drive, she had run back to get on the commode. We suspected the latter.

(When we were all living on Blanton Street Isabel would lie in bed all afternoon watching TV then get up a half hour before we got home to fix supper. Rushing around the kitchen her hair flattened in back from being in bed all afternoon she would complain about having been in the kitchen for hours fixing our food.)

In 1987 Isabel went in a nursing home and we sold the big house no longer needing all that room. Isabel had some good months in the nursing home, blending in

Curtis Polk Moser

He was born Feb 25, 1912 and died Nov 8 1963. He had a heart attack while attending a Shelby High football game and died shortly after arriving in the hospital. I am not sure he ever went into a room. Brenda was with him. I think I was with Isabel at the admitting desk. Brenda said his face turned horrible colors.

This is what I know of his family tree:


This is what I know of his family lore.

The Richardson’s were genteel (“gentiles” unlike the Moser’s who were maybe the other thing). There is supposed to be a picture of one of the Richardson’s sitting on a horse beside Robert E. Lee who was also sitting on his horse (Traveler I think). According to Brenda’s version of the family lore Uncle Brad got that picture, maybe passing it down to his daughter (Brenda’s cousin) Marlene.

Susannah Polk Rape was reported to have descended from President James K. Polk who was supposed to have been born in the southern part of Mecklenburg county where the Moser’s and Richardson’s lived. Brenda said that she and her father once got into a vile argument about the name “Rape”. Brenda told him they had an ancestor with that name and her father declared that it was not true (implying that his family would not sullied by having a ancestor with such an odd suggestive name.) Brenda did not indicate if this was an ongoing argument or if Curtis was sober or if she did it just to annoy him.

Henry Moser was the only grandparent on her father’s side that Brenda seems to have remembered (although Grandmother Dora and Great Grandmother Jean lived for some years after 1940 when Brenda was born). She recalled Grandfather Henry as being a tall kindly man who wore shoes (sandals?) when wading in Buffalo Creek on the family’s raucous Fourth of July picnics.

The family grew up around Waxhaw then moved to Shelby - something to do with Henry’s cotton brokerage business I think.

After Grandmother Jean died in 1949 Henry married Marian Nash - who was my second grade teacher at Washington school in 1946/47 (I liked her - even though her refusal to let me go to the bathroom resulted in an accident that has since become a part of my own family legend). Marian ended up in the late 1980’s in the nursing home with Isabel and my father - although by this time none of them recognized one another.

To Brenda, the most significant aspect of the Moser lore was the possibility (likelihood in her mind) that the Moser’s had once been Jews. She said it was never discussed much (except when her mother Isabel would get mad and call Curtis “an old German Jew”) - but seemed to be understood (although Brenda’s cousin Carol had never heard the story when I brought it up at one of our high school reunions).

Jewishness was the subtext of Brenda’s life. She read books on Judaism, wore a star of David around her neck and had a menorah and a dradle which she prominently displayed (and which I have left on the coffee table in the living room). At times she toyed with the idea of converting to Judaism. We talked so much about it that when Yancie was in grammar school and asked about her religion she said that she was an orthodox Jew (this from a blond, blue-eyed Nordic looking child).

We never could trace the lineage back to the verifiable Jews. However, a second or third cousin named Keiger who had Moser connections told Brenda that he found a town in Germany where all the Mosers were Jews. I think he might have said that the original American Moser’s were peddlers. I speculated that the Moser’s came over in the one of the early immigrant waves then for economic or social reasons became Protestants.

I don’t know much about Curtis’s early life. Although not rich, the family seems to have been well established in the middle class.

I think Curtis attended a couple of years of college - maybe Wingate. He was artistic and musically inclined. Brenda remembers him sitting drunk on front porch of the Blanton Street house playing Ave Maria on his violin, tears running down his cheeks.

I think he was born in Waxhaw. The family moved to Shelby, maybe in the 1920’s or 30’s.

At one point Curtis drove an oil tanker truck. His route took him across the mountains and he later told Brenda how scary it was to drive the big trucks down the narrow winding roads in the ice and snow.

Brenda said that Isabel and Curtis saw one another the first time at Cohen’s, a department store in downtown Shelby (the Cohen’s planted a tree in Israel when Curtis died), Isabel seems to have been taken with the dark “Moser boy”. She always had a thing for the dangerous ones.

Before being drafted into the Army late in WWII, Curtis worked in Charlotte for the Sterchi’s furniture company. He laid out newspaper ads and had a little office with a window that overlooked Tryon street. (I told Brenda several times I would shoot a picture of the wall and the window but I never did and now the building has been torn down.)

The family lived in Charlotte then, in a nice little duplex in a nice little neighborhood near the black university, Johnson C Smith. Brenda remembered this as an idyllic time. A Good Time. Everybody seemed happy. Curtis and Isabel dressed in fancy clothes and went Charlotte’s bonafide nightclub, the El Morocco. They mingled with the town’s up and coming young people while Brenda stayed home, looked after by the neighbor lady, “Mrs. Mews.”

The family moved back to Shelby in 1944 or 45. They might have moved because Curtis was drafted into the Army or maybe because Isabel’s mother wanted her daughter closer. I think it was the latter reason, which, if true, was history that would repeat itself when Brenda and I were married and faced with the possibility of our own move to Charlotte - away from her mother. (Like the cats and vacations, this was one of our ongoing issues.)

I don’t think Curtis saw any combat in the war. He ended up guarding Japanese prisoners on one of the islands, maybe Formosa or Saipan. One of the men he guarded painted a Japanese-looking picture of Brenda on a piece of parachute silk.

(There is a story about the memorable trip Brenda and her mother took to visit Curtis when he was in training at Fort Polk Louisiana. I’ll tell that in Brenda’s history.)

Curtis returned to his family in Shelby after the war. I am not sure what he did when he first got back. Maybe that’s when he drove the tanker truck. But at some point, certainly by the late 1940’s or early 50’s he started Moser Furniture Company. Brenda never said where he got the money. Maybe from his father. Maybe from Isabel’s mother.

According to the legend, the company did well at first. However, things started to go badly when Curtis’ brother Brad joined the business. Brad spent money they didn’t have on company delivery trucks. He also had a vicious temper and got into fights, sometimes pulling a knife on people. (Brenda told a story about how Brad’s children, Brad Jr. and Marlene would fight, chasing each other with scissors.)

In the middle to late 50’s the company went bankrupt. Brad and his family left Shelby for Florida. Curtis stayed in Shelby and tried to pay off the debts. They would have lost the Blanton St house if it had not been transferred into Isabel’s name.

As described by Brenda this was the Tragic Fall - when everything fell apart. Curtis went from just being a heavy drinker to becoming a drunk. Isabel started drinking heavily. And a very dark side emerged in both of them. All their demons came out. Their house became a gathering place for drunks and deviates. Brenda hid in her room - but not always successfully. (But despite all that Brenda remembered him as the one who looked after her when she was sick, applying musterole ointment to her chest. And he cried the day she married me - which might have been prescient on his part.)

After the Fall, Curtis never had another decent job. He sold Shell Homes, driving around Western North Carolina in a fast-back Buick coupe with a replica of one of the pre-fabricated houses mounted on the top of the car. (Brenda said the car/house combination looked funny in the snow - a car with a house on top with snow on the house.) When I came on the scene in the winter of 1961, he was selling cars at Lackey Buick/Pontiac/Cadillac/GMC truck - working for his two brother-in-laws, WD and Evans. According to Brenda they treated him poorly, but at least did not fire him when pulled his week-long drunks.

I remember him as a dour scary man who did not say much. The following from my novel REDUX is based on Brenda’s household…

She told him to follow her to the kitchen where she would fix his nose. They passed a room illuminated by a flickering light. A man, dressed in a rumpled suit, smelling vaguely of vomit, slumped in a large chair before a television. Ida stopped and leaned forward, her hands on her hips, chin stuck out. Peering at Abby , the man said in a gravelly voice, "Whozethat?"

Abby stepped back. He had an image of the man suddenly leaping up from his chair, like a corpse coming to life, yelling in his face.

Ida said, "Abby Burns - Brad punched him in the nose."

"Sonofabitch" Abby didn’t know if the comment was directed at him, Brad or someone else.

Ida's eyes narrowed and her lips pulled back, exposing filmy teeth. There was bile in her breath. It was like fire. She hissed, "You're the sonofabitch."

The man replied casually, "Slopgut whore," then cleared his throat and coughed several times, eventually leaning forward and stomping the floor with his foot.

Ida, smiled, said "Humph" and continued down the hall, leading Abby into the kitchen.

She directed him to sit at a yellow Formica top dinette table. A dishcloth covered what Abby assumed was a pile of clean plates stacked in one corner of the table. Dirty plates, containing leftover mashed potatoes and pieces of meat covered in grease, had been left at two places.

Curtis liked to drive. For a time the dealership sold British sports cars and I recall him darting around town in an Austin Healey with the top down in the winter. He wore a dapper coat and a jaunty cap. He claimed (and in my experience could) drive better drunk than other people could sober. One day he headed out drunk to Fayetteville (where his brother Bob lived). Isabel and Brenda had me follow him to make sure he was OK - or at least to get help if something happened. He drove in an absolute straight line. After 30 miles or so, he pulled off to the side of the road and when I walked up, laughed and said that he would be all right. He was in a good humor that day.

He started having chest pains in the fall of 1963. He was 51. The doctor told him that it was his heart but he didn’t seem to care. The one time I expressed any sympathy or concern (actually patting him on the head!), he looked at me pitying disregard - knowing that I had no idea what I was talking about. But even I knew that death was a release for him - that he sought it.

Of course, when he died, we became responsible for Isabel. Which might have been one reason for his look of pity.

NOTES (I'll add notes as new information pops in my head.)

Girlfriends (2/5/10) - There were some. Brenda remembers a woman that Curtis would bring around. I don't know what the stated connection was (maybe she was his secretary) but Brenda understood (perhaps hearing Isabel and Curtis fight about it) that she was a girl friend. Brenda said the woman was very nice to her, as if she was trying to win her over. After Curtis died a letter came for him from another woman (in Chicago?). I don't remember the contents except that it was obvious there was a romantic connection. Brenda seemed pleased that her father had in his last years even a tenuous connection to the possibility of happiness. She called the woman to tell her what had happened. I don't remember the details of how that went. However, I think the woman had a Jewish name - which also pleased Brenda.

Airplanes (2/5/10) - Curtis was a pilot, maybe learning to fly in WWII. I don't think he ever got the sort of license that allowed him to take up passengers. But he and his brother flew to Chicago on business trips (which might explain how Curtis managed to see the girlfriend mentioned above). Brenda remembered somebody (maybe Brad) taking her up in a little plane. She liked it. She told about her mother running around on the ground below as seen from the airplane. I don't know if this is something she saw or something she was told.