Our first home in Sheffield. Mom tended bar at the Harmony Club, to the right, outside the picture.
There it is. I can see the layout of this, our first house in Sheffield, in my mind’s eye.
The living room was the first room you would see. Straight ahead from the front door was the bathroom. There was a floor register, a big square one, in front of the bathroom.
There was a bedroom to the right, then the kitchen, also to the right. Just off the living room, a little to the left, was another room, probably a bedroom.
I remember a lot of what happened there. And there are some things I wish I could forget; maybe someday I will.
One thing that sticks in my mind is the overwhelming love I had for my baby sister when she came to live with us. I knew nothing of how she got there. One day she wasn’t in our home, the next day she was. I couldn’t stop staring at her and touching her forehead.
One day something weird and scary happened. Mom looked out the front window and saw a flame of some sort coming across a wire leading toward our house. She did whatever moms do, and I stayed stuck next to my new sister. I looked into her eyes, and taking my cue from Mom’s fright, I whispered to Diane, “I will take care of you. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
Big words for a kid my age, but I was a little ahead in the reading department and I remember telling my sister, in whatever words I used, that I would always protect her and I wouldn’t let anything hurt her.
I’m sure grownups took care of the fire-on-the-line incident. I’m not sure what I would have been able to do if the flame ever hit our home. I just knew I loved this little person so much I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
All these years later, that promise has been broken so many times I’ve lost count. What I didn’t understand back then is that I wouldn’t be able to shield Diane from heartache and all kinds of other pain, no matter how hard I tried. We both know that would be impossible.
What we also both know is that during those times when we’re hurting and crying and angry, we can count on the other one being right there in the middle of it all. We do it without a second thought. The love from all those years ago is as strong as it ever was.
I couldn’t have asked God for a better sister. I’m thankful she knows that.