Firetrucks & Funerals

Andy’s Fifth Birthday!
We celebrated Andy’s 5th birthday on Saturday by going to the local fire station. That was a hit because what little boy doesn’t want to crawl all over a firetruck? Andy, and his new friend, Dalton immediately started up the side of the ladder truck and one of the firefighters tried to stop them. He quickly realized the futility of doing so, and both boys went right up the side, and up on the ladder. That is where this photo was taken. Joey also crawled up there and both had an excellent time looking down on everyone else. As all parents say, it’s hard to believe that he is already 5 years old. He even has trouble realizing it. The other day he woke up and asked if he was still 5. “Yes,” I said. “Are you glad?” He was. I guess he feared that he might have to go back to being 4.For the record, we had a robot cake that was very good!

On the other front, we had to go over to Sherwood, AR, on Sunday so we could attend my aunt’s funeral. Marvelle Swindle Harmon died last week. She was my favorite aunt and a very strong believer. We knew that she probably would not last long, given that her health was so poor and that Uncle Bill, her husband of 60 years, died six months ago.

So her death was not a surprise to us. She wanted to be with her Lord, and her husband. Yet, she will be missed because she was such a wonderful lady. When Hank, one of her sons, gave the euglogy, he started with something he had written, but ended up just talking about who she was. That is a testimony to her character. She was a wonderful woman and all those who knew her was blessed by being her friend.

I remember when I had graduated from high school, I took some time to go visit them. During the course of time, I came down with a horrible headache. Being raised a Christian Scientist, the typical response was to simply deny the reality of the headache. Needless to say, I lived with a lot of headaches. Given that she was susceptible to migraines, as I am, she offered some aspirin. I wondered if I could, since I was a Christian Scientists. Christian Scientists never take medicine or see doctors… unless it’s really bad. I reluctantly took the aspirin.

Miracles of miracles, my headache went away. I couldn’t believe my Aunt had discovered a miracle drug.

The other time she came to my rescue with miracle drugs was when I was visiting and came down with strep throat. I went to a Christian Scientist practitioner, which is a person you pay to pray for you so you can be healed. I told her I wasn’t feeling well, and she prayed for me.

Needless to say, I didn’t improve. I got worse. Finally, Aunt Marvelle suggested that I go see a doctor. Again, I eyed her with suspicion. Didn’t she know I was a Christian Scientist? Well, yes she did. That’s why she suggested I go see a doctor. I did at her urging and discovered another miracle drug: antibiotics. I felt better in a few days.

I did call the practitioner and told her I was all well. She was all excited, until I told her I went to see a doctor and was on antibiotics. Then she got mad a me. Too bad. I was better, thanks to Aunt Marvelle and her miracle drugs. In fact, I think Aunt Marvelle and Uncle Bill actually prayed that I would get better and didn’t charge me a thing. Not a bad deal at all. Free prayer, and drugs that actually work. I was on my road into agnosticism, which eventually lead me away from Christian Science and into the true faith.

Aunt Marvelle will be missed… but only for a short time in the grand scheme of things.