Come let us reason together, I say. I am eighty-seven years old; Clyde was eighty-five. Reason will tell you I knew him for all his days. Longer than anyone here. Right? Of course.
So I also knew the eighty-five year old Clyde whom you all knew. That was a man much admired for his common sense, his honesty, his faithfulness, his dedication to a life followed after the teachings of our Lord Jesus Christ. He knew how to whittle and whistle. He could farm fields and feed goats. He could introduce little children to the rabbits and rattle snake rattles. He could make trades, farm fields, milk cows, and drive tractors. He could fire up a fire so hot it would melt silver, then use the silver to decorate spurs and saddles. He could play the guitar like Roy Clark and sing like a meadowlark.
But I also knew a little brother named Bubby who you did not know. I was the little girl who gave him his first pinto beans. No doubt our mom was a bit disturbed when she saw me in the middle of the bed giving “beamas” to my Bubby.
My Bubby had to drink goat’s milk for his health’s sake. Therefore, we had a Nanny goat for all his beginning years. One morning I was the one who excitedly called to him, “Hey, Bubby, come and see. Nanny has some puppies.” We shared the joy of holding baby pigs and eating the berries picked off the ground from under the mulberry tree. We slept together with mom and dad when they pulled a mattress outside on cool starry nights.
I watched him work math problems on blackboards and memorize multiplication tables giving him the foundation for figuring how many pounds of seed he would need to plant forty acres.
I was the picky big sister who simply hated it when he started seeing that he looked quite handsome with his hair all slicked back like James Dean! Now how would I connect that with James Dean. I have no idea, but it must have become a trend about that time.
Some of you began drifting into his life around the time he and Roy Holmes were driving me crazy with their pig-latin. They could speak pig-latin faster than normal people could speak English! Karen said she heard them talking one time when one of them told the other to be careful because Karen could understand them.
Someplace around about that time, it must have soaked in to me that he was no longer my little Bubby. Instead he was replaced by a grown man—a man of two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Heaven and the kingdom of earth. He was a good citizen in both. He fulfilled the scripture in Micah 6:8 “What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with his God.” He was a righteous man.
I’m proud to be Clyde’s big sister.