John was my older brother by 2 years and 11 months. When I was 14 we got our first car together. Dad took us to buy a 1929 Model A. It was 1933. When we got home, dad got out his toolbox and talked us through taking it completely apart, down to the bare block, then putting it back together. Then he said, "Now you know what's in it, so take care of it!" During high school, we owned 14 cars together! The Secretary of State told my dad that if we bought and sold one more car that year, he would have to get a dealership license.
Growing up you could usually find us together and I always knew he had my back, no matter what. John played more sports than I did, due to my poor eyesight, but we both excelled at Track and Field. I did hurdles and sprints and John was into the high jump and pole vault. We both ended up becoming teachers in Holly and built homes down the road from each other to raise our families in. John moved to Florida and I followed after I retired, again moving into the same neighborhood in Florida. After so many years together, there is a large hole in me now that he's gone. I'm working on filling it with many great memories!