Bub Dies
From James Donahue’s Journal
For all of his plotting and scheming, Doris’ next oldest brother, George (Bub) Babcock, died in almost the same way that Wayne passed. He was sitting at the table, probably having his breakfast, when he complained that he was having trouble seeing. His wife, Rosemary, said he then fell unconscious. She called an ambulance and the family. It was too late. He was pronounced dead.
Once again the family gathered for another funeral at that now all too familiar mortuary in Caro to bury another loved one. Because of the way he had treated Doris toward the end, I had mixed feelings about his death. By then I knew that he had been behind the attempt to get us moved out of our little house and was anxious to seize the property from Doris before Gladys passed. The boys wanted the spoils for themselves and for some reason resented Doris, or me, gaining anything from that little piece of ground.
Doris, however, mourned the loss of her brother anyway. She was always like that. She loved unconditionally. It has been an amazing trait that is rarely found in this world. And I had to reflect on the good times we had when Bub and Rosemary were still in that happy state of their lives.
They were the flea market adventurers who got us into the business. They kept a small mobile home in Florida for a while and spent their winters in it. Doris, Jennifer and I traveled to Florida one winter to spend a few days with them. We traveled around, visiting various flea markets and buying things for resale in Michigan. One prize was finding a man who made replicas of antique washbowls and pitchers that looked authentic. We bought as many of them as we could cram in the car and brought them back to Michigan. They sold well on our table every time we set up at a market.
Those were days when Bub was a jolly big brother to Doris. We all laughed a lot and had good times together. They hosted family get-togethers at their home right next to ours. Bub also kept a large garden in the vacant lot between our houses. Those had been good days with Bub. After sizing it all up, I realized I was going to miss him too. I never understood his changed mental state in the last years of his life, after Wayne died.
From James Donahue’s Journal
For all of his plotting and scheming, Doris’ next oldest brother, George (Bub) Babcock, died in almost the same way that Wayne passed. He was sitting at the table, probably having his breakfast, when he complained that he was having trouble seeing. His wife, Rosemary, said he then fell unconscious. She called an ambulance and the family. It was too late. He was pronounced dead.
Once again the family gathered for another funeral at that now all too familiar mortuary in Caro to bury another loved one. Because of the way he had treated Doris toward the end, I had mixed feelings about his death. By then I knew that he had been behind the attempt to get us moved out of our little house and was anxious to seize the property from Doris before Gladys passed. The boys wanted the spoils for themselves and for some reason resented Doris, or me, gaining anything from that little piece of ground.
Doris, however, mourned the loss of her brother anyway. She was always like that. She loved unconditionally. It has been an amazing trait that is rarely found in this world. And I had to reflect on the good times we had when Bub and Rosemary were still in that happy state of their lives.
They were the flea market adventurers who got us into the business. They kept a small mobile home in Florida for a while and spent their winters in it. Doris, Jennifer and I traveled to Florida one winter to spend a few days with them. We traveled around, visiting various flea markets and buying things for resale in Michigan. One prize was finding a man who made replicas of antique washbowls and pitchers that looked authentic. We bought as many of them as we could cram in the car and brought them back to Michigan. They sold well on our table every time we set up at a market.
Those were days when Bub was a jolly big brother to Doris. We all laughed a lot and had good times together. They hosted family get-togethers at their home right next to ours. Bub also kept a large garden in the vacant lot between our houses. Those had been good days with Bub. After sizing it all up, I realized I was going to miss him too. I never understood his changed mental state in the last years of his life, after Wayne died.