Good reasons to NOT clean out the garage
The 1954 World Series is famous for the sudden and somewhat unexected four-game sweep of the Cleveland Indians by the New York Giants. I'll never forget that series. Possibly because it was the first series I followed on television or because we had just moved to Eustace, Texas, as pastor of the First Baptist Church.
For some unknown reason I had mentioned our first television set and this series in an e-mail to Dr. James B. White, a BHS classmate and the son of then Bulletin publisher, James C. White.
Dr. White replied the 1954 World Series would always be vivid to him. He wrote me the following:
"Your mention of earlier years and their `landmarks,' particularly the Giants-Indians World Series reminded me of a corollary. I was an intern in Internal Medicine at the VA Hospital in McKinney. One of my first patients with a myocardial infarct received his heart attack while listening to one of those games. I can't remember which game or whether he was a New York or a Cleveland fan, I just remember that causative factor. It's one of those meaningless things that tie our lives together!"
I went through Eustace not long ago. The parsonage is still there but now used as a youth center. The old church is an educational building and a new brick church sits across the street. The pastor was out and as a former pastor I didn't make much impression on the church secretary. Like many church secretaries she had her hands full with the present and little time for pastors out of the past.
Driving through the neighborhood I recalled the night I got a call that one of our member's husband had been shot. It seems the local constable was trying to take a fairly drunk Byron Jr. into custody when his pistol accidently put a bullet in Byron Jr's foot. He was hobbled and humbled.
After a few visits with him in the hospital it was evident he wanted a change for the better in his life. His first Sunday out of the hospital he came down the church aisle on cruches to make public his conversion and unite with the church.
When Jody and I drove by the old Andrews house recently I stopped and ask the lady in the yard if she knew the Andrews. She said she was a daughter of Billie and Byron Andrews, Jr. I did not recount the shot-in-the-foot-story but did have a good time catching up on the family and others in the Eustace community.
The daughter mentioned she did not have any good pictures of her parents. When we got back to Waco I searched through my boxes of pictures and color slides until I found a photo of her parents. Billie and Byron Andrews, Jr., had visited us in Arizona soon after we moved there. I made prints and mailed them to their daughter in Eustace.
Such things keep me from throwing away forty years of papers, photos, programs, passports, junk and a 47-year old television set. As soon as you discard something it will be the very thing you will need. And memories fade as you clean up the garage and closets. You can re-arrange it but don't throw anything away. --- Sept. 24, 1999
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