When this screen came up - it said, Share a memory of Roger Lowden. Share a memory of Roger Lowden - i would have to write my fourth book. My brother, Roger -- was my first friend. As little kids, we were pals -and the "pals" thing never stopped. We grew up went our ways, but in my heart and i believe in his - we were a heartbeat away.
Rog was a brilliant kid - graduating at sixteen -- turning 17, July 13. The problem was too young for college at the time and in addition i think, needed pysics.. Anyhow - that fall, working at Bornamen's gas station .. he met the love of his life - Marilyn Terry -and the next year...married and raised five great kids.
When my husband, Glenn died - my brother was on the front line -- he took the kids hunting, fishing and a favorite story of mine was when he went to a motorcross meet that his namesake,, Baby Rog was competing. It was out Victor way some where and i arrived .... only to meet my brother coming up the hill--- and he said - you gotta buy me a bottle of whiskey before i can watch much of this ! but he went - he wanted to support my son.
And we had our fun--- when we were little -- our Dad was repairing the walk in cellar thing -- they were putting cinder block in and Dad left to go into the house for lunch -- Roger said,,, go up (there were cellar stairs) and get the razor strap. Who ever reads this might not know what that is --but sharpened razors in the day - it also acted as a spanking strap -- i only ever got one swat,, but it surely got my attention. Anyhow , i snuck up ..got it - and promptly gave it to my brother.. he curled it up - and stuck it into the cement of one of the blocks...... it was a 100 years later that we talked about that with our parents -- who just smiled --they had known it from day one.
And then there was the year...that i had my gallbladder out - those were the old days where you damn near died - i told my doctor --save my gall stone -AND with Aunt Shirley's help .. the next Christmas - I gave it to my brother with a poem = that went ended with so my dear brother - here is a stone right from my gall bladder... Guess what..the next year i got it back on the form of a necklace.
My brother was the best. When i faltered at my first book - i took it to him -- i wanted his honest opinion and i knew i would get just that... Roger got my first off the press issue - and that is true to Volume 3.
I love you Rog .. and that love never dies.... you are and always will be in my heart... so special
