Oh Brother...

•February 24, 2016•

By Mike Brothers
NP Managing Editor

As we travel through the 40 days of Lent, I am reminded of an Oh Brother Easter.

I was known as Mikey throughout my family then and in some places today. Feazel St. in Harrisburg was still a gravel road, and I remember standing in the front yard dust cloud of the traffic getting my picture taken on Easter.

It is a picture of my teenaged cousin Judy and me dressed in our best church regalia. I have seen it often and have often been reminded of the circumstances that followed.

Circumstances that led me to take the heel of my hand, strike my forehead and, maybe for the first time declare: Oh Brother what have you done!

Judy was the youngest child of my father’s oldest brother Kenneth. Her mother, Wilma, had died very young, leaving Uncle Kenneth the task of raising a teenaged daughter alone. Older brother Dale quickly joined the Air Force and left her alone with dad.

Judy and my mom became close and, as a result, I ended up getting to hang out with her when I was very young.     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.