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Showing posts with label oldest sister. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oldest sister. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2010

Remembering Our Oldest Sister Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur

Death is a poignant and significant event. It also emphatically conveys a strong message.

The dead leave fond memories among their near and dear ones.

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;rest to each faithful eye that weepeth

They may also have led a life of sacrifice and patriotism.

They need to be honored. One way of expressing our feelings is memorial death sayings.

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Monday, March 22, 2010

The Death Of My Oldest Sister Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur

The night she was murdered. Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur spent the whole day with her friends. It was a husband and wife couple and they were friends for a long time. They were almost always together and seemed to have so much fun. Then later that same day they went back the their home.

Around nine or ten o'clock that night my mom and dad get a call from the sheriff department telling them that they need to come and identify their daughter's body...what?  The last time we saw her she was as happy as can be.

When we get to their house our sister is lying in the middle of the floor with a hole in the middle of her head. Her two  friends were just sitting on the couch looking like they were in shock and kind of sad. 

They kept saying "It was a accident we were just playing around with the gun and it went off".

The police investigated and determined it was an accident. They couldn't find enough evidence to take it to trial.  We always felt like it was more to the story and believed it was some kind of personal disagreement or something between the three of them that caused our sister's death.

Because of friendships gone bad these kind of tragedies can happen.  A husband left without a wife, children left without a mother, mother and father left without a child, sisters and brothers left without a sister.  An entire family suffers because someone trusted their friend.  

I will never forget seeing our sister lying there lifeless. This was so unfair, so sad, and she was so young (thirty-six years old). She had so much more to do in life...what about her children? Never to see their mom again. Sure others can love her children and take care of them, but no one can replace the mom that was taken away from them.

After all those years I still have flashbacks and if I do, I'm sure my other sisters and brothers do too, and if they do...then what about her babies left behind?

I know for one thing that through memories our sister will always be with us.  We just have to keep the faith that she is definitely in heaven and happy.
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Sunday, March 7, 2010

My Oldest Sister "Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur"






In 1955 the civil rights murder of  John Earl Reese that left two teenagers shot and wounded were  my oldest sisters Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur, and Jocy Faye Nelson Crockett.

My oldest sister Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur survived the shooting, got married and went on to raise her children. She was the mother of two girls and four boys.

My next to oldest injured sister Jocy Faye Nelson also survived. Jocy Faye got married and is the mother of five children four girls and one boy. I remember my sisters being outgoing and beautiful.  They loved to have fun. When you were around those girls you knew you were going to have a ball.

Although they were grown and on their own , they still loved to come to over to mom and dad's to spend the night with us. When they came over Johnnie Murl would  bring presents and Jocy Faye would bring fun. All the other sisters would be so excited and we would cook for them. Afterwards we would eat, laugh and talk all night. It was so much fun!!

My oldest sister liked buying me nice and pretty things.  Barrettes and bows for my hair, blouses, pants, skirts shoes etc...I thought she kind of favored me. It may have been my imagination because I was the baby girl at the time but, that's what I thought.

In November 1976 she was thirty-six years old when she was shot and killed by a friend. I thought It was the saddest thing that ever happened. It was my first experience with death of another sibling.

My daughter was born in September 1976 just before my sister's untimely death. She had already started buying my daughter gifts and things. (Just like she did her mommy)


 
I was blessed the time I shared with my sister Johnnie Murl Nelson Arthur. I only wish my daughter could have met her, because I know she would have loved her too.
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