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Darrell Barker
In Memory of
Darrell D
Barker
1930 - 2016
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My Big Brother

He taught me to eat salt (lick your palm, pour salt, lick your palm again) at a very early age.

He took me on dates when he was dating Susan -- got stuck baby sitting but still kept the date with his best girl.

Saturday mornings I would get a pillow off the couch, he would put it on the gas tank of his motorcycle and put me on the pillow and I would hold on to the middle of the handle bars. Off we would go to town to buy comic books.

When as a 12 year old I challenged him to a bike race, he "beat me by a mile". Little did I realize that an old man (age 29) like him could ride faster than a kid like me.

I remember him telling me he loved me.

Often over the years he would plan a trip to Pittsburgh to come see me and my family. With help from neighbors we found room in someone's driveway for that big motorhome. Then there was the year Darrell and Susan drove the motorhome to Brighton, picked up our sister Carol, then drove to Pittsburgh to pick up my husband Bill and me. We called it the Barker Kids Battlefield Tour. First stop was Gettysburg for a couple of days then on to some historic forts in Maryland and finally back to Ft. Necessity in PA before dropping us off at home.

I remember his quiet smile. I remember his mischievous smile. I remember sitting in the small bathroom we had in the house on Stone Street and him throwing his heavy engineer boots at the door to scare me. That door took quite a beating until he moved out when he got married. I remember all the cap pistols he bought me when I was a little kid -- sometimes I would let him play with them. 

Did I mention that he told me he loved me?

When I wrote letters to him I would sign them this way --

Love Ya, 

Your Kid Sister

 

Posted by Elizabeth Barker Bowers
Wednesday May 25, 2016 at 12:39 pm
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