David M. Rush

Dave Rush plays Pancho to Chae’s Lefty

My dad was a loyal OU Football fan.  We never (OK, once, the fall before he died, when he simply could not stay for the rest of the game) left until the game clock showed 0:00.  Didn’t matter if OU was up by 60 points, or behind by 60 points.  You stayed for the end of the game to support your team.  Five and one-half years after his death, we still carry on that tradition (OK, once again, broken once, when there was a lightning delay, with a considerable downpour, we left – it was right around half-time – and did not come back). (more…)

General

Homecomings, and lots and lots of people

I’m on the slippery side of the hill now, and reminiscing seems to be an occupational hazard.  After we lost my dad, three aunts, and two uncles in less than a year starting in November, 2004 (Aunt Irene) and ending with Uncle Sam (September, 2005), I started making a concerted effort to see the aunts and uncles that were still alive.  It’s not something I try to lord over anyone (except for including it in this story and bringing it up more times than people care to hear!), it’s more of a penance.  When Aunt Irene died, (more…)

Health

Letter from Brenda Webb updating Aunt Lucille’s health

Mother was told last Friday that there is a good amount of arthritis in her left hip, right knee and right elbow, in addition, she has tennis elbow in the right elbow.  She has been making two different quilts, one for Levi and Kayla and one for David and Jenifer.  They are simple squares, but sitting at her sewing machine too long is catching up with her.  She is probably getting closer to another back surgery as well.  She has vertical compression fractures on each of (more…)

David S. Rush

Every Time I Went to Kiss Her

When I was a young teenager my father had a hi-fi stereo, state of the art. We boys were not supposed to touch it, but of course we occasionally did. In my father’s LP collection was a comedy record that we had been explicitly charged with not listening to…under any circumstances. That ranks right up there with waving the old proverbial red handkerchief at “el Toro”, with telling Brett Favre he should retire, or Mt. Everest beaconing Sir Edmund Hillary. It became a challenge. I had to hear that comedy record.

Well I found myself alone in the house one day, (more…)

Perry Schulze

Open Season on a Rush Boy

Outsized would have described my Uncle Sam, Irene’s husband.  He had an outsized personality, and he was prone to tell outsized tales of questionable veracity. He was physically a big man. Run, David, RunI do not know what his height was, but he always seemed taller than my 187 centimeters. He was a man who loved eat, and his weight showed it. He was just a big man.

Although I never thought about them, he had one physical (more…)

Edith Carr Wilson

Tireless Acts of Love

carr_edith_lorene_labelAunt Edith was a small woman in stature but her love and compassion for others could not be measured. She never tired in doing for other people whether it was cooking delicious meals, cleaning, cutting hair, or just giving a hug and saying ” I love you honey, come by and visit soon.” I was a recipient many times as a child of her unselfish love.

In the spring of 1956 or 1957, she made an ugly duckling feel (more…)

Mama Carr

Old Ader, Legend of The Carr Family

In the months prior to our 2010 CARR REUNION, I discovered many lost or forgotten treasures as I searched for photos or stories to go in our family album.  Some of these treasures have brought smiles and laughter and some have evoked tears.  One “treasure” that I found among my Mama’s pictures and keepsakes was a tribute to “Old Ader”, their mule and a photo of Mama Carr with Old Ader.  I’ll (more…)