Wrinkle Stories

Mud Boys

2008-01-10T17:10:00.000-08:00

Devin (6) and Corbin (3) were playing in their shorts in the backyard of our house in Alhambra, Ca. It was a really hot day, so they had the hose going. I thought they were playing in their little pool, but when I looked out to see what they were doing.........well, they had made a great big MUD puddle and they were both completely covered in mud. Arms, legs, bodies, hair, face.....you name it !! All you could see of either of them were their eyes. I never laughed so hard at seeing them and so I ran and got the camera because I just knew that their Dad would not believe me when I told him.

Robert Lindsey....Saturday, Nov. 7th. 1982

2008-01-10T16:50:00.000-08:00

Early on Saturday morning, I had to get ready for a day teaching crafts to other adults at the Scouting Jamboree. The night before, Corbin, his Dad and I had gone out to dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant and then stopped at Walgreens to get some items and then home. All of us worked on getting all the different boxes put together......

That Sat. morning, Corbin was in our bed talking and chatting away with his Dad. I wanted Corbin to go with me and help out, but he wanted to stay with Dad. God must have known, because at the last moment, Corbin said he wanted to go and I was really glad. We had a great day and afterwards, stopped for a snack. Corbin wanted to "drive" so I found an empty parking lot and let Corbin take the wheel and steer all over the place. What a blast he had....I still can hear the giggles.

The sad part was that when we drove into the driveway and the house was all dark.....I already knew. I felt the heaviness come on and I knew. Robert never arose that morning. I tried to awaken him over and over, but I knew. I have never forgotten the look on Corbin's face as I told him. The tears that he shed for the Dad that he loved so dearly.

ROBERT LINDSEY (1935 - 1982)

2007-11-08T09:43:00.000-08:00

I was four or five in this photo. My dad was always like a magnet to others for friendship. My mother was so in love with him and to us the boys, we saw him as the foundation of our family. His arms were strong, hands to which I longed to hold as a child. My brother carried his personality. He found the time to be involved in everything we did as kids. Boy Scouts, camping, and more. If we wanted to do it, he would find a way to provide the means. Life was short for him, as God had other plans. One day, when I was 12, little did I know this would be my last day with him. It was a day where I would arise on a Saturday and cuddle with him in bed. Mom was getting ready for some special event that day. Life was good. Later that night, life would take a twist that would forever change my life, personality and the tenderness of my heart. I miss him so much, but know that God's ways are higher then my ways, his way are perfect. It has been over 27 years since that day and I still think of him and wish I could hold his hand one more time. My son, who is still a child, often climbs upon my lap, grabs my hands and cuddles with me. In some way, this brings me fulfilment, as I ponder myself in my fathers lap...