DELBERT LEROY BARTHOLOMEW
10/5/1937-10/31/1965
Some where I have a picture of my brother Jake in his Khaki pants and shirt. Lord only knows where that is in this computer. So this one will have to do. In this picture, I am the only one left. I worshipped my big brother; my big sister, not so much. Jake was my hero. I would like to say he was a lot of things, but he wasn't.
This picture was taken before he sneaked up and goosed the horse which kicked him in the face leaving him with a scar he carried to his grave at the age of 29. He ran away to the Army as soon as he could forge a birth certificate that would get him in with mothers signature. He went to Aschaffenburg (sp) Germany where he and one of his friends managed to wreck a motorcycle and get sent home without a dishonorable discharge. I was 15 when he came home. He fell in love and may or may not have married the girl, but they did have a son. I fell in love and began my family and we sort of drifted apart. Then he fell in love and may or may not have married that girl, but he did sire another son.
To make a long story short, Jake was in a wreck on October 29, 1965. He died on Halloween. Dona Marie was one year old and Sam was 3 weeks. Somewhere out there in this big world my brother left 2 sons the youngest being 9 months old when Jake died. I have often thought of trying to find them, but I am sure they have lives that would just be better left as they are.
So, if I seem a little flaky in October, just bear with me. It will all sort itself out someday.
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