A Memory in a Shoebox
This morning I was looking for a picture of Cap, a black mule my dad had when I was belt-buckle-high to a tall cowboy. I want to insert it in my new book. I found an old Roi Tan cigar box tucked away in the bottom of my foot locker. I had not opened that foot locker for many years and had forgotten the cigar box.
I didn’t find a picture of Cap in the cigar box. I found a treasure–a picture of my little brother holding a pup in his lap, with Trixie, his faithful dog and mother of the pup, looking on.
That little boy is now 74 years of age. In my mind this morning, I hear again that little boy laughing as he played with the pup, and remember the years watching as he grew into a man. I love my brother. In my heart, he is still my ‘little brother’.