In Memory of Marvin-my big brother
down memory lane
What can I say about my brother Marvin, Mama’s first son
He was dependable, playful, believed in having fun
Marvin was the oldest, responsibility on his shoulder
He sometimes threw caution to the wind, became bolder
Not always wise, sometimes tempting fate
Like the day he led us up the mountain
to an old mine shaft when I was 8
We were living in Randsburg, an old desert town
Deserted mine shafts were easily found
Mama always warned us to watch out for each other
That day we could have been killed—thank you big brother!
However this was not the norm--for our big brother
When we had a broken heart we could cry on his shoulder
When Deb and Terry needed a father figure when we lost our Daddy
Who stepped up to fill the shoes? You guessed it, Marvin stepped in gladly.
Deb wanted to be a mechanic, make her car run
Marvin taught her to change tires and spark plugs
not so much fun!
And when the day came when I needed a white wedding gown
Marvin said, “I will buy your dress, though I can’t be in town.”
I said, “Are you sure, wedding gowns cost a big buck.”
He answered, “If I buy it, it will bring you good luck.”
Always there, through the good and the bad
Not just our brother, he assumed the role of our Dad!
