Bill Barrons: Tough Lesson for a Three Year Old

Away back in the early spring of 1929, I was playing with my baby brother on the grass behind our house on Wheeler Street, in Cadillac, Michigan.  I had just become three years old and little James Edward Barrons had just become two.  My mom had asked our three older sisters watch over us but they – with Alta Marie Barrons at 9, Betty Jane Barrons at 7 and Helen May Barrons at 6 – were more interested to watch some men putting big concrete sewer pipes in trenches close by us.
Old folks supposedly have poor memories of past events but because I stretch my imagination daily with writing novels, at the grand old age of eighty nine, I can clearly remember that day and much else although I was only three.
Jimmie and I were beside a creek that ran behind our house.  I was standing and he was sitting on the creek bank as a small plane flew low and right toward us.  Maybe Jimmie had never seen a plane before but I, as the big brother, had.  As the plane flew over our heads, Jimmie watched it intently and went over backwards, head over heels down into the the cool waters of the creek.
I yelled for my sisters to come and get him out but they got a workman to come over.  I can still see him vividly with his black rubber hip boots on.  He waded out and down the creek a ways and brought my little brother out.  He laid him face down on a big concrete pipe section and tried to pump the water out of him.  But Jimmy did not revive.
He was in a casket the next day in our living room.  My mom woke me up and she noticed that I had wet my bed.  She took me by the hand over to the casket.  She had me feel Jimmie’s pants.  He was dry.  “See?” I can still hear my remarkable mother saying, “Jimmie doesn’t wet his bed and neither should you.”  And in the last eighty six long years, William Jay Barrons has still not wet his bed.

William Barrons

About William Barrons

Born 1926, in Cadillac, Michigan, the oldest boy of fourteen kids. Survived the Great Depression and joined the Marines the day after I turned 17. Could hardly wait to go fight those nasty Nazis and Japanese. Served 2½ war years in the Marines. Got married, went to college, had kids, re-joined the Marines in 1949 - in time for the Korean War. Became a Marine Second Lieutenant but was a Platoon Commander only for a short while as my sick wife nearly died and I had to resign to care for my family. Became a Telephone equipment engineer with AT&T in Chicago. Then was a kitchen and home remodeling designer for 22 years. Retired at age 69 and began to research and write novels. At age 89, I’m still at it!