I would like to share a memory I have with you. About 26 years ago
Ted and I were going out on Halloween. I was dressed as a sheep
and he was going as a wolf. Well, at the last moment he decided he
didn't want to dress up. So, I went as a lone sheep. We headed out
to the local tavern for a short time since we both worked the next day.
On the way home I, by accident, hit him on the nose. It bled all the way
into the apartment. We must have been to loud for the neighbors and
they called the Police. When the Police arrived they saw the blood and
asked what happened. Ted said I hit him and off I go to jail dressed
as a sheep. Ted was so upset he stayed up all night trying to get me
out. About 6:00 am I was released and Ted was waiting for me.
All charges were dropped. The End.
Speaking of how Teddy worried about me, his worrying began when I was a baby. I was apparently being very loud and obnoxious when I was two or so and, to make a point and undoubtedly get some peace, dad gently lifted me up and put me in the garage to cool down. Joe could tell you about my crying jags! Mom was there and I know mom and dad were listening to my every breath while I was there all of two seconds before Teddy said, "please don't put the little adopted girl out there. I'll take care of her." Teddy then went and got me and gently quieted me down. Teddy's words have always brought me peace, comfort and a positive way of seeing things.
Steve, I don't recall ever taking a ride with a stranger, but I'm pretty sure I remember the story that made Teddy so angry and full of worry. When I was in my 20s, I had an argument with a friend as we were driving from Lake Oswego toward Macadam. I got out of the car and walked to Macadam. The strip of road along the river has no lights and it was so dark I couldn't see my hand before my face until there was a car coming or going. Of course, I was wearing the wrong shoes. I ALWAYS wear the wrong shoes! There weren't many cars on the road that night. It was a long, dark walk and I regret ever telling Teddy that story because he worried I'd do something stupid like that again. I didn't and promised I wouldn't but Teddy was a worrier. We both inherited the "worry gene" from mom. A more loving big brother never existed!
Kelly, I was sitting here reading your memorie and it reminded me of how much he did love you, and how many times he told me about the time you got a ride with a stranger and how he would just go absolutely crazy rageing beside himself upset at you. It was because he loved you so very much and did'nt want anything bad to happen to you. He loved you dearly.........Steve S
I keep looking at this "memories" page and wonder where to begin. I've been the most blessed of anyone as I had almost 49 years with you. You were an only child for eight years when, one day, you arrived home from second grade to find you had a baby sister. I've never doubted your love for me and will cherish it forever. As I've said a million times before, I wish everyone had a brother who loved them as much as you loved me and a sister who loved them as much as I love you. I will cherish my lifetime of memories with you and continue to share them with anyone who will listen. You will live forever in the hearts of those who knew you. I love you, Teddy. I always have and I always will.
