Showing posts with label David Baird Shaw. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Baird Shaw. Show all posts

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Old Leaves: Seven Siblings

Next Friday will be the birthday of Mary Carol Shaw (Johnston) my next younger sister. Here is an old "Sunday Seven" from her birthday in 2007. I and my seven siblings have been thrown together more than usual for more than a year now as we have worked through laughs and tears to distribute my Mother's belongings of 98 years. Often a book or paper or doll or dish has brought a beloved memory to share and compare. It has been a sentimental and sometimes overwhelming job.

If anything I love these six humans more than ever.

Some of the facts in this post from fifteen years ago are a bit out-of-date, of course, but the sentiments still apply; so here's a "rerun"...

LATER NOTE: I scheduled this post quite a while ago and had forgotten it was about to be posted. As many of my friends know we lost my youngest sister Beth on August 5, 2022. So this post from way back in 2007 is even more precious to me now.

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Sunday Seven: Seven Siblings

Today is the birthday of my sister, Carol. I thought it would be a good Sunday to finish this little tribute to the Seven Siblings that I got a start on a while back. I wish I had a larger selection of digital pics handy to choose from, but these are pretty illustrative ---

David the long-expected

  

(Above left, the little rascal turns to watch his older sister enter on our father's arm. And at the right he stands as my Best Man.)
He is the youngest of us. When Mama was expecting the seventh, Daddy and I hauled all the baby furniture out into the yard and painted it baby blue. I was thrilled as an 11-year-old to announce his birth. I read him Huck Finn when he was about four. I wonder if he got anything out of it. He brought Vicki into the fold and they presented us with Jessica, Katie, and Haley - the blessings keep flowing! And his barbecue is smoked to perfection!

Beth the adventurous



(Above left she is a wistful attendant to Joan the bride. And at the right Toddler Beth enjoys a holiday meal at Mama Shaw's)
I often misspeak and say "Beth!" when I call "Brannon". Maybe my slip has something to do with their shared derring-do. Brannon, my daughter, spent three months in Europe with a backpack, completely on her own with no set itinerary. As an adolescent, Beth took off on her own to visit our eldest sibling in Taiwan, then jogged over a few hundred air miles to visit Thailand while she was at it. Never mind there was a war on. And Beth is responsible for two wonderful additions to our family - "Amandarooni" and "Joshaway". Even her "beloved curmudgeon" adds a lot of smarts and bold dash of spice to the mix!

Debi the reader



(Little girls dressed up: "I feel pretty, oh so pretty!" at Joan's wedding.)
We nearly lost her before we knew her to pneumonia, so we've spoiled her rotten. I suspect that when we left her at the filling station that time, she had her head stuck in a book and didn't notice her family pulling away. When she finished the last book in the world she married an author and even decided she'd have to write a few herself. She and Gregg have also been most prolific in new family editions - Andrew, Matthew, Lisette, Benjamin, and Jonathan! Those five are more like siblings than cousins to my two!

Carol the rival



(Don't tell me you can't see the mischief in those eyes. Left and right at Joan's wedding, and center at Mama Shaw's table.)
She is closest to me in age and we FOUGHT in childhood. I remember, at about 9 or 10, threatening to kill her! As teens, college kids, and then young adults, we grew close. I'm not sure how I would have survived my last two years of college without her sympathetic ear... and her typing skills! And today is her birthday! Happy Birthady, Sis! And thanks for the two extra blessings you and RT presented us, "Stinkeroo" and "Skalawag"! "Stinkeroo" has added two more beautiful blessings, "Sweetstuff" and "Sunshine"!

Me the little big bro



(At left I am the somber alternative to the gleeful Carol. On the right the proud groomsman at Joan's wedding.)
As the first grandson on Daddy's side, they spoiled me rotten. As the little brother of two, they spoiled me rotten. As the big brother of four, I assumed the lead. And now as the sole Democrat, I take the heat. I may or may not be a blessing, but I surely am a blessee! And for all my faults, I gave my siblings a new sister, Sheila, a two fantastic neices: "Brannyroo" and "Lillyloo".

Joan the intellect



(Above right Joan enjoys her nutty uncles. And, of course, the beautiful bride.)
I worshiped at her feet. I bragged when her picture appeared in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution as the gorgeous and stylish Georgia Peach of the Week. She is the calm, brilliant center and the peacemaker. She and Jim, obviously mentally challenged, even loaned me their car for dates! And she and Jim gave us our first wonderful niece blessing, Lyn, and a fine nephew, Steve. And these two have presented us with six additional wonders - two rough and tumble guys (a middle-schooler and one who thinks he's a middleschooler) and four brilliant, determined sweethearts (a set of near-triplets and a gorgeous teen).

Jan the leader



(Big sister at grandmother's, as bride, and as Matron of Honor for Joan.)
Eldest and born to lead, she marshaled us to any task that was at hand. Though ready always to list all the pros and cons of every way to proceed, proceed she did and does. When I was a bewildered youth, she and Gil counseled me and even loaned me money and taught me to ski! She and Gil gave us Charmaine and Gil in quick succession -- what a blessing they have been! And now those two have done their part -- four rambunctious boys and 3, uh, (yep) rambunctious girls! We need to see them more often, Jan!

This post is so inadequate to express my love and admiration for my six siblings. They collectively make up one of the greatest blessings of my life. As anyone who reads our blogs knows, we have significant differences on many issues. But we share a wonderful heritage and a deep love. I am truly thankful this Sunday for these blessings.

Saturday, August 06, 2022

The Perfect Seven

 



My Mother used to say seven is the Biblical number of spiritual perfection and completion. Here is, I suppose, the last photo of the (ahem) "Perfect Seven" of her children. We lost my youngest sister, Beth, yesterday. We certainly feel incomplete now. 

This was taken by our great niece Hannah Yoest outside Trinity United Methodist Church in Rome, Georgia, one year ago today, after Ruth Baird Shaw's funeral service. L-R: Sharlyn Beth Shaw (Roszel), Charles Terrell Shaw, Deborah Ruth Shaw (Lewis), Janice Diane Shaw (Crouse), Lynda Joan Shaw (Turrentine), David Baird Shaw, Mary Carol Shaw (Johnston)

I'm so thankful to all the folks who contributed to my Mother's beautiful memorial service. I am tempted to name names but I'm sure I would leave someone out. I will thank three non-family folks again who were so loving and helpful: our wonderful pastor, Nanci Hicks; our friend Beverly Harris who filled in beautifully as pianist on very short notice, and Chip Rogers who made sure the service was live-streamed and recorded so those who could not attend could participate online.

 I watched the video again yesterday. Here is the link to that service.

Monday, May 09, 2022

Baby Blue

By my eleventh birthday we were expecting a new sibling in the Shaw family. Now, don't misunderstand, I loved my five sisters, but five seemed enough to me. I wanted a brother. So Daddy and I took all the baby furniture out in the yard and repainted it baby blue. It worked! On May 9, 1958 Daddy drove us out Ninth Street in Griffin to the big Spalding County Hospital where Mother held a scrawny little boy baby up to a window so we could see him. I was thrilled.

When Sheila and I married in 1971, David Baird Shaw was only 13, but I figured he'd still be my brother when he grew up, so I asked him to be my Best Man -- perhaps the youngest "Best Man" in history. Then when he was married eight years later I stood at his side.
Now we are both granddaddies.
I'm still very glad that I finally got a brother.
Happy birthday David!


David Baird Shaw born March 9, 1958, Griffin, GA





At Mama Shaw's house in Milstead, GA, 1958. L-R: David Baird Shaw, Mary Carol Shaw, Hercules Shaw, Charles Terrell Shaw, Sharlyn Beth Shaw, Deborah Ruth Shaw. 

Christmas at Mama Shaw's about 1959 .

One Christmas Mother, while we were in school, took bolts of cloth to the fellowship hall at Watkins Memorial Methodist Church in Ellijay and cut out houserobes, red for the girls and blue for the guys, for Christmas. I'd guess this is 1960.




David and me at the parsonage on Timothy Avenue in Rome, GA, in about 1962.

August 8, 1971, Tallahassee, FL.

With all five of our sisters and Mother at Mexico Beach in the eighties.

With four of our sisters and Mother. L-R: Charles Terrell Shaw, Mary Carol Shaw (Johnston),Sarah Ruth Baird (Shaw), Lynda Joan Shaw (Turrentine), Deborah Ruth Shaw (Lewis), Sharlyn Beth Shaw, David Baird Shaw 


At David's house at the lake near Cheaha Mountain in Alabama.





Friday, June 13, 2014

Gleaning Facebook: Fathers Day

In honor of 2016 Fathers Day, almost 30 years after Daddy left us, I'll repost this as my profile to include three of my favorite fathers: me, my Dad, and my baby bro.

I don't want anyone to miss my mother's comment on the creation of these robes below, so I'll copy it here:
"We were living in the beautiful parsonage in Ellijay at the time. I bought the blue material for the boys robes and red fabric for robes for all five girls and for the dolls of the three little girls. (I had a great time sewing them...even made footies for all the girls and the three dolls) I took the material down to a basement room in the church and cut the material...n the long tables there...then sewed them at night after the children had gone to sleep. So no one saw the robes until Christmas morning." Ruth Baird Shaw)
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This was the Christmas that Mother made matching blue robes for the guys and matching red robes for the dolls, literal and figurative.


Terrell Shaw For Father's Day here's me, my Daddy, & li'l' brother David. Charles Shaw delighted in fatherhood. Is that a fine hat or what?


David Marlin Rains Gangsta [er, for a Methodist]


David Marlin Rains On the other hand, Pops may have been Gangsta for a Methodist.

Ruth Baird Shaw I made these robes for Christmas gifts.

Roger Wade Cool pic Terrell


Terrell Shaw I just noticed I used this same pic last year. I woulda picked a different one if I'd realized that.

Sandy Doughty Ruth, the minute i saw these guys housecoats, I knew that you HAD to have made them...You would have never found these 3 sizes in the same fabric!! BUT, how did you ever find the time?!?!?

Rita Lawler Has the tradition of matching robes gone away. My grand mother made us "twin" ones every year for Christmas

Ruth Baird Shaw We were living in the beautiful parsonage in Ellijay at the time. I bought the blue material for the boys robes and red fabric for robes for all five girls and for the dolls of the three little girls. (I had a great time sewing them...even made footies for all the girls and the three dolls) I took the material down to a basement room in the church and cut the material...n the long tables there...then sewed them at night after the children had gone to sleep. So no one saw the robes until Christmas. morning.

Brenda Ron Carroll Dad really loved his Shaw cuzzs 

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Terrell Shaw And vice versa, Brenda!

Terrell Shaw Ruth Baird Shaw, did you know that Sandy Doughty & Sandra Cole are one and the same? She is one of my Ellijay friends.

Michael J. Burton Nice times



Monday, April 09, 2012

Sunday, February 10, 1974

Time Machine: Down By Lake Creek 1974

These pictures were taken in 1974 at our cabin in Chubbtown along Lake Creek. These were posted on my Facebook on February 10, 2010 -- the comments are from 2010.

Ron takes a picture of Carol.

Mother and Carol walk along our drive.
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Carol Shaw Johnston
There's a hint of red in it in this photo - but generally I've never thought of you as having red hair.

David Baird Shaw

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Amanda Hearn Sims
Wow I definitely see Katie and Haley in this picture


Beth Shaw
Yeah - for real!


Haley Elizabeth Shaw
Don't take this the wrong way Daddy, but....YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL


David Shaw
LOL!


Daddy fishes in Lake Creek near the edge of our lot.

Carol and Ron in our cabin.

Carol Shaw Johnston
Ahh - bookshelves made from bricks and boards. Those were the days!


Terrell Shaw
We used those same bricks and boards in our first three homes -- plus I used them in WV before that! Cheap. Sheila and I covered them with orange and green burlap. The seventies.


Betty Smith Franklin
Before kids could pull them down on top of themselves, you could go high!

Mother and Beth by the creek.

Amanda Hearn Sims
Mom looks a little grumpy


Beth Shaw
Yeah - I look like I'm having an attitude problem - which wasn't uncommon for me for a few years there. lol


Amanda Hearn Sims
Brian said you are a hippy.


Beth Shaw
Yeah, well. What can I say. Attitude problems.

My poor parents.


Ron Johnston fishing in Lake Creek.
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Carol Shaw Johnston
Wow!


Carol Shaw Johnston
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Carol
I think it was 1974 - because I remember that shirt as a maternity top.

Ruth Baird Shaw
 
Beautiful woman inside as well as outside!
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Beth Shaw

Jane Baird Lathem
Your "hippie" days!!!! Great picture of you.

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Around the same time period Bill and Linda Stuntman and their little girl visited us at the cabin . Linda had been Sheila's roommate her sophomore year at Asbury College.



Bill Stuntman and daughter

Bill Stuntman and daughter


Linda Stutman and Sheila
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Betty Smith Franklin
You guys find all the good places.......

Sheila Matthews Shaw

Friday, January 02, 1970

Sketching David

I will find this sketch of my brother David in a box of letter many years from now (1924). It was actually drawn on the back of a letter I was planning to send to David. I will think/guess that I was disappointed that I could not seem rot make him look young enough. I may never send it to him.