S: Wally's Wall
BC: Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile. Albert Einstein
FC: Wally's Wall By James R Burns
1: Life brings simple pleasures to us every day. It is up to us to make them wonderful memories. CathyAllen
2: Forever Yours. (1945) About five years ago, Wally, Tim and I visited the Cleveland Clinic to have Wally checked out. A neurologist asked Wally numerous questions to check out his state of mind at the time. The first question she asked Wally was "do you drink?". Wally's response was "no I quit". Tim and I were puzzled by this response because I know the night before I saw him consume a bourbon on the rocks!. So I had to ask him...."when did you quit?". Wally's response was "after the war". Tim and the neurologist knew at that moment there was no turning back. Wally never drank bourbon unless he was alone or with somebody. Unfortunately, I foolishly believed that there would always be time to get the facts right. I let precious time slip away. We discovered the "Forever Yours" photograph the other day. Ruthie had this portrait taken for him back in 1942 when he went into the Army and it became his only "prized" possession. What we discovered on the back of the photograph was amazing. Wally had "facebooked" his Army coordinates just in case he did not return. There would be a historic record of his war status and they would be recorded on "Forever Yours" so they would never get lost.
4: Wally's time in the Army can be characterized as 18 months of boring routine followed by 6 months of uncertainty and courage. Wally and Brains were assigned to the 615 Ordnance Battalion. Their job was to keep the infantry moving towards Berlin. They all knew that the quickest way back to Detroit was through Berlin. Go east to get west.....go figure. In November of 1944, the 615 Ord BN was positioned near the Germany, France and Louxembourg borders. By December, the 615th knew, better than even Eisenhower, that the supply lines were stretched too thin and that it would be impossible for the XII Corps of Patton's Third Army to advance into Germany any time soon. They were 30 miles from Germany. Brains and Wally retired to their tent frustrated by the realization that this was going to be a long hard pull and there was nothing they could do about it. They woke up the next morning to discover that the Germans had initiated a counter offensive, now known as the Battle of the Bulge, and they were behind the enemy lines. In my version of the story the 615th bravely repels the Germany advance and reunites with the XII Corps. The Black Knights are victorious! The supply chain is restored and Detroit is within eyesight.
6: Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. Winston Churchill
7: The 615th was right beside the XII Corps as they advanced through Germany. In April of 1945 they had made it to Frankfort and were within 300 miles of Berlin. Frankfort would be the high watermark for the 615th as the war in Europe ended on May 8, 1945. VE Day. For most of us all things must pass, but for Wally it was more like all things must last!. The 615th was moved from Frankfort to Marseille where they boarded a troop transport ship. They headed west through the Straits of Gilbraltor, south to the Canary Islands and then southwest to Panama. By July they were anchored on the east side of the Panama Canal to await their next assignment. On August 1, 1945 the 615th learned that they would be heading to the Pacific. They made it through the Panama Canal on August 4th. On August 6th they learned that the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. By August 15th, after the second bomb fell on Nagasaki, it was all over. Japan had surrendered....they were going home! Not so fast....if you were on the east side of the canal you got to go home. If you were on the west side you got sent to Okinawa. The 615th arrived in Okinawa in September of 1945....this is the last entry of the back of "Forever Yours"
8: All things grow better with love.
9: Shotgun Wedding (May 1944) Wally proposed to Ruthie before he shipped out to California in late 1942. They did not set a wedding date. "Maybe the next time I am in town we can get married." He never was much of a planner. The word came in late April of 1944. Wally would return to Michigan on furlough the first week of May to visit with his brother Glenn, who was just returning from overseas. Joe Galante immediately went to work. "Ruthie get some bridesmaids and order your wedding gown." "Mary send out the invitations." Joe called in favors and booked the church and banquet hall. The wedding date was set.....May 2, 1944, a Tuesday. Now I ask ya.....who get's married on a Tuesday. In 1944, the world paused whenever something good could be celebrated. At 10:00 am sharp the ceremony commenced at St. Joan of Arc Church in Saint Clair Shores. There was only one glitch. Glenn Burns was restricted to the base at Selfridge due to fighting between white and black soliders. Another GI they barely knew replaced Glenn in the wedding.
10: Immediately following the ceremony there was a brunch at the Knights of Columbus Hall, followed by a 2pm dinner followed by a 6pm reception. At 7:35 pm sharp Joe Galante rolled out the barrel. Those Italians sure know how to throw a party. A grand time was had by all! On Wednesday afternoon, Wally, Ruthie, a GI and another GI's wife hopped into the 41 Chevy and headed to Chicago. At Chicago they picked up US Highway 66 and traveled south to St. Louis, then southwest to Oklahoma City where they took a right turn. They continued west and passed through Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico, Flagstaff, Arizona, San Bernadino, California and after three straight days and nights of driving they arrived in San Anita. This trail west was memorialized in Bobby Troup's 1946 song "Route 66". Wally was a trail blazer and he still doesn't know it! Wally and Ruth checked into a motel and after freshening up (that's what they called it in 1944) they jumped back into the Chevy to drive to go get a bite to eat. Just down the street from the motel they got a flat tire. Good Ole Chev was done wore out! Meanwhile, back at the KofC hall Joe Galante and Jack Gaitly were cleaning up from the celebration the day before. They found a bottle of Canadian Club whiskey that had not been touched. After stacking the last folding chair they retreated to Joe's Dodge and headed to they lake. As the twilight stole the setting sun, the last drop of whiskey was swigged from the bottle. Joe had pulled off the impossible. He had done it! This was like throwing a shotgun wedding. Now he could focus all of his energy on worrying about what the next few years held in store for Ruthie and Wally. D-Day was less than 814 hours away.
11: 50 years and 4 kids later...
12: A coal miner's son
13: Winslow, Indiana (Summer of 1934) The coal mines in southwestern Indiana went out of business during the 1929 Great Depression. Mine owners packed up and moved on leaving the open mines unsecured and prime targets for the curiosity of teenagers. Wally and the Greenfield brothers, shown in this photograph, constructed a log cabin from materials they gathered from the abandoned mines. John Burns was the adviser to the teens on their construction project. During one of their forages in the mine, Wally grabbed a live electrical line whose wires had been frayed. The current vibrated through his body and would not allow him to let go. The clunky rubber sole shoes that he is wearing in this photograph saved his life. To this day Wally traces the reason he had four boys to this near death experience. "All my Y chromosomes got nuked in that mine!" In 1934, the unemployment rate in southwestern Indiana was 50%. John Burns had lost his job in the coal mines. The family was able to squeek by with the limited income that they received from the General Store that John and Pearl operated on the side. Things would have been a little better if they could have collected the IOU's. By 1936 Pearl had enough. She and the kids headed north to Michigan where there was work to be had. John reluctantly followed at a later date. So long Winslow!
14: "Middle Child" (Spring of 1922) Jamie Wally and Wally Burns share the middle child syndrome. Jamie is one of three children with one older sister. Wally is one of five with one older sister. They tell me that you don't know what it is like being a middle child unless you are one. Clues for the rest of us can be found in this photograph! The photograph was taken in 1922 in Winslow, Indiana. It shows Glenn Burns (1913), Lucille Burns (1916) and Wally. Glenn and Lucille are dressed like aristocrats. They do not appear like the children of a coal miner. Jamie points out that....." Wally, on the other hand is clearly, wearing Lucille's old christening gown!" Jamie goes on and points out additional evidence...."Lucille looks like she is telling Wally to stop wearing her clothes" and "Glenn looks like he is saying take the picture of this "monkey" already I want to go outside and hang with my home boys!" Our Burns historian (Maxine Burns) has added some historical context to this photograph. The Burns home in Winslow did not have electricty in 1921. Kersone lamps were used to light the home. There was no radio, TV or telephone. The Burns' did have a car since it was cheaper than owning horses. Now....a spot quiz for the MSU, Purdue and Lousiville grads. (The UM and UK grads can try to answer the riddle but it may be a little tougher for them!) If Wally is one of five kids with one older sister, and Jim is one of four kids with no older sisters and Jamie is one of three kids with one older sister......will Jamie's middle child be a boy or girl?
16: If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
17: Growing up as a Hoosier.
19: "Winning Isn't Everything" (Summer 1962) It is the summer of 1962, the beginnings of JFK's New Frontier and the City of Detroit is not burning. The Pirates, which Wally (age 40) was an assistant coach, were struggling just to win some ballgames in the Cannon Recreational League. Tim Burns age 12 and Thom Burns age 9 anchor the photograph. I never remember Wally playing baseball. Growing up was more difficult for him then it was for us, so he didn't have the opportunity. Not knowing the game did not keep him from throwing his hat into the coaching ring. He may have not been the best man for the job but he was a man that did his best on the job! Tim's composed confidence says it all. Don't worry Dad, I will get you through this. Winning Isn't Everything"! Tim, and his wife Ann, are the one's giving Wally their best these days. There are more losses than wins but Tim and Ann still show up everyday and play the game. Don't worry Dad, we will get you through this!
20: Life must be spent with celebrations, love, and laughter, and of course a good bourbon!
21: "Life is Good" (Fall of 1953) This photograph, taken on September 18, 1953, captures the best of the moment even though it flashes by in a wink. Wally Burns is 32 and his sister Maxine (Aunt Mac) is 25. Aunt Mac's husband of one year, Eddie Barclay, is the tall bartendar in the left of the picture. I love how this photograph captures the special bond between a little sister (Maxine) and her big brother (Wally). Take note of thetheir smiley eyes and the position of Aunt Mac's hands. I pray that my kids cherish their relationships with each other and build bonds like Wally and Maxine have. I also love how this photogrpah captures Eddie Barclay's "forever young" personality. Fifteen years later Wally's and Maxine's bond became stronger when Eddie Barclay died of a heart attack at the age of 38.
22: The love of a father is seen through his son.
23: Safe from Harm (1951) Wally is 30 years old in this picture and Tim Burns is one years old. Young Tim Burns naturally leans back into Wally's lap as if he's is telling the world "if you want a piece of me you got to go through my Dad!" Safe from Harm! Last week I stopped by to visit with Tim after spending some time with Ruth and Wally. I was confronted with a slightly different version of this photograph. Tim was comforting their adopted dog Molly on his lap. Molly was not doing too well and Tim told me they were going to have to put her down the following day. Molly was nestled on one of his arms and was taking comfort in his touch. Safe from Harm. Molly passed away the next morning. I honestly don't know how Tim and Ann do it. They have incredible patience and perseverance. Thank you for all that you do!
24: A family is pieced together with hope and faith. A family is quilted and bound with love and grace.
27: "Build Me a Son" (Fall of 1992) Wallace Burns (1921), James Wallace Burns (1991) and James Burns (1956) were born 35 years apart. This timing provides the three of us with a fixed reference point for life's journey. Wally is 70 years old in this picture. Patrice and I gave Jamie his middle name to honor Wally. When we told Wally about Jamie's middle name his response was "you are bull shiting me!" When this photograph was taken two of us understood its significance (No Cuz Ed it was the other James Burns that did not have a clue!). In June of 2010, Jamie graduated from high school and has honored Wally's name. Today, two of us understand the significance of this potrait. Jamie.....this potrait shows you how proud Wally is of you even if he can not articulate it!
29: "New Wheels" - (Summer 1941) Wally purchased his first new car, a Chevy, in 1941. His fortunes were riding high at the time. He landed a good job at Hoskins Manufacturing on Lawton Avenue in Detroit and his Italian girl friend Ruthie Galante really seemed to be fond of him. (I wonder if her Dad is in the mafia?) Nothing better than getting dressed up and taking out the Chev on a Sunday afternoon. Too bad those Catholic masses are so long! Less than six months after this photo was taken, Wally learned that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Life would never be the same for him or the 41 Chevy!
30: Philosopher's Stone (Summer 1972) "I want to violate a statistic!" was Wally's proclamation to his voyageur pals as we sat on the shores of Lake Huron on a starry July night in 1974. Wally was 53 and, at the time, the average life expectancy of a white male was 72 years. His father John had died suddenly at the age of 62 as a result of a cerebral hemorrhage on February 3, 1951. He was informing the voyageurs that we can't out paddle the current of age. Everyone goes over the falls! This photographs was taken in 1972 on the bluffs of Lake McIntrye in Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario. Somewhere along the line he decided that he had to do something different with his youngest son. (I believe he came to this realization when his son Thom went to the U of M. He could not figure out where he went wrong). Wally gave up his precious vacation time to spend a week with five teens in the Canadian wilderness. He traveled as an equal and not as "parent". There was only one rule...."We eat dinner and then we go fishing!". We learned this lesson the hard way after we tried to cook fried chicken in the dark. Crispy on the outside and raw in the middle!
31: We marveled at Wally's survival skills. This boy can hang with us veteran voyageurs. How stupid we were then. One week of playing in Canada did not even come close to the three years Wally spent in Europe and the Pacific during WWII. He never shared a single memory of 1943 through 1945 with us. No reason to dredge up bad memories. I think he was equally as proud of his voyageur's and their grace under pressure. He watched as "the Dude" pushed a treble hook barb through Magic's lip, as Magic gasped in pain, to unsnag a lure. Also, his voyageur friends knew how to fish! Voyageurs.....hold your "Grain Belts" high and give a toast to Wally the Philosopher. He is now closing in on 89 years old and has blown away that statistic!
32: Welcome to the family.
33: You Are In (Summer 1984) Wally fell into the position of the elder statesman for two families. The Burns' and the Galante's. One group the hillbilly Irish and the other the St. Clair Shores mafia. Rumor has it that the Galante's tricked him into taking the job by letting him think he was the "don". The real reason was the Galante's of Wally's generation were too lazy to organize the family reunions and they knew the hillbilly Irish guy would do it for them. Still Wally relished the role as the elder statesmen for both of these families. Patrice Curran learned the hard way that it was not easy getting accepted into the Burns' clan. There was always some secret committee meeting, always another loyalty oath and always another council vote. Finally, when Patrice believed that she had cleared every hurdle, Wally subjected her to the Marsha Greenwood strip search and interrogation. Homeland security....you can never be too careful! On this June afternoon in 1984, the wedding attendees sat on the edge of their seats waiting for proof of Wally's acceptance of Patrice into the Burns' family. The photographer captured his answer. You are in! And once you were in his family, like don Carleone, he would do anything in the world for you!
34: GI Bill (Spring 1957) Wally took advantage of the GI Bill and attended the Detroit Institute of Technology to obtain his degree in Labor Relations and Human Resources. He started attending night school in 1951 and graduated in 1957. I think he surpassed Cuz Ed's GPA by 0.1 of a point.
35: Wally was the first member of his family to graduate from college, but unfortunately his last surviving parent, Pearl, passed away in 1956 and was not able to be there for this historic occasion. Wally is 35 in this his college graduation photograph. I can only imaging how difficult it was for him and Ruthie to grind through these college years. By the time he graduated they had four children ranging from one to ten. Wally also maintained his full time job at Hoskins. God....they must have been tired! For them, college was a "gift" and not a "right" and they made the necessary sacrifices to take full advantage of their opportunity. In comparison, I attended college when I was 18. I did not have any kids when I went to school and I worked for "beer" money. College was my "right"! I probably bitched a hell of a lot more about my plight in college than they ever did. They ingrained in us the importance of the college experience. They did not measure our success by the 4 points (I did not get too many of those) or the 3 points (and yes Katy....there were some 2.5's). Ruth and Wally measured our college successes by our lessons learned and our growth from them. The four of us boys thank them for that! As my kids meander through their college years, I am striving to be just like Ruth and Wally. I want to listen to my kids and advise them and not dictate to them or judge them! (Good luck with that one!)..
36: Tough Year (December 1968) Wally is like the "Energizer Bunny" he goes....goes....goes and then he.....shuts down. This is not a pose. Wally is actually sleeping at the Galante's dining room table in this picture. The man can sleep anywhere and anytime. He once told us that he slept in Seabiscuit's stalled when he was in the Army. (We do not want to ask too many questions about that one!)
37: How can a man be so tired? In 1968 Wally (47) had the following things going on. Wally was working full time at Hoskins. He still had two kids at home and multiple sporting events to attend. He was a Democratic Precint Delegate for the Eastside of Detroit. He was an active member of the Queen of Peace Church Council, the Bishop Gallagher Dad's Club and the Garbiel Richard Society. He was also taking Dale Carnegie courses at night. Wally was energized by building things. After WW II everything was new. The City, the neighborhoods, Queen of Peace, Bishop Gallagher and let's not forget his family. All of the sacrifices were worth it! In 1968, things started to change. Eddie Barclay died suddenly in February. Viet Nam was confusing. Should we be there or not? His nephew Jack Burns was in the Korea a short flight to Viet Nam. Tim was in the Naval Academy and within a few years of deployment. His oldest son Bob was spared from the draft due to a water skiing back injury. Bob was also against the war. Our version of a Civil War. How can my son doubt LBJ? Could he be right? What about Jack and Tim? Will LBJ take care of them? Wally internalizes his worries. You never knows that he has any. His "Internal War". One Tough Year!
38: Laughter (Summer 1996) Tim lamented the other day. "It's hard to see Ruth and Wally so dependent on us. Not so long ago they were very active and alive!". In response, I assigned my creative consultant intern (CCI), Katy Burns, with the task a of digging through boxes of photographs and finding one that best captured their youthful 70's. Katy uncovered this emerald. The gem fixes the current image of Ruth and Wally for most of us. Active and alive! The photograph was snapped at Kevin Greenwood's wedding. Kevin is the oldest son of Wally's niece Marsha Burns Greenwood. It captures Kevin, Wally (75), Ruth and Patrice.
39: Notice Wally's hand position on Kevin's shoulder. Rumor has it that Wally was reminding Kevin that the Burns Family Council had not formally accepted Kristy in the clan and since the elders were all in attendance the procedure could be over within two to three hours, depending on the length of Marsha's strip search and interrogation. Kevin's response was "get over it old man...that ain't happening today!" Kevin knows who is in charge and it sure in hell isn't anybody in this picture! The laughter acknowledges Wally's understanding of these realities and marks Kristy's immediate acceptance into the Burns family. Ruth's laughter is telling Kevin that it is a damn good thing you figured this out now, it will make your life much easier. Finally, Patrice's faint laugh suggests she is not quite in agreement. "Make the "B" go through the initiation!" Laughter is a gift that Wally has passed down to all of us. Laughing with others and laughing at himself. Wally never took himself to seriously which is a trait that has served him well through life. I believe it is an inherited Burns' gene because I see the same "laugh at yourself" trait in the family members that are scattered across the entire country. It is why we gravitate together every three years, to laugh with each other and to laugh at ourselves. These days Wally holds conversations that make perfect sense to him but are out of context for the rest of us. We long for alignment in space and time. The ability to communicate. Last week while eating dinner, Wally dropped a piece of chicken on the floor. The first thing out of his mouth was "Oh Shit"! We all laughed.....at last we were communicating, if only for the moment!
41: Four Cups of Acknowledgement (June 2008) Katy Burns is obsessed with grades. In high school it was the monthly long grind and memorization of Meg Choi's calculus notes to ace the final exam and feed her grade addiction. The MSU environment did nothing to diminish her cravings for grades. Katy held a ticket to the Final Four in Indianapolis and had secured transportation and lodging for the weekend. Everything was falling into place for the transfer student from Loyola of Chicago. Suddenly there was a change in plans. Katy had a Physics test scheduled the following Tuesday and therefore the Final Four would have to wait. She needed her grade fix! I pleaded with her to no avail. I enlisted Cuz Ed's help to try to inject some common sense into her thinking. Cuz Ed prepared an eloquent two page e-mail that presented all of the rational arguements for giving up one weekend in support of Day Day and the greater cause of the MSU basketball supremacy. Katy's response was "Dad and Cuz Ed......I know you do not agree with my decision to give up my Final Four tickets, but I feel that I need to do well on this Physics test so I can graduate, get a good job and go to the Final Four anytime I want!" I was appalled. Who raised this wacko? Then the light bulb went on! This is Wally Burns' fault!!
42: Katy Burns is the oldest child in Wally's third wave of grandchildren. By the time Katy came along Wally had perfected the art of the quarterly report card review. We now refer to it as the "four cups of acknowledgment" Wally believed that his love and encouragement could be best passed onto to his grandchildren through multiple one on one interactions. I can make each grandchild feel special more than once during each report card encounter. It is the simple ideas that make Wally so special. The first cup was the "Recognition Cup". It always started with a phone call. Grandpa, this is Katy. I got my report card today! The call would end with a scheduled appointment with Grandpa for a detailed review of the report card subjects and grades. Next followed the "Cup of Ordeal". Wally would sit next to Katy (or another grandchild) to review the report card and ask the student questions. He always had a pencil and a pad of legal paper so he could record notes. The notes were then input into an elaborate formula where a monetary reward was assigned to A, B, C's. The "Cup of Ordeal" was concluded with a written contract between Wally and Katy that defined the amount of money that would be deposited into her Christian Financial Credit Union account and clear defined goals for the next semester.
43: A week after the "Cup of Ordeal" was completed a hand written letter would arrive at Katy's house. This letter would summarize their contractual agreement and include the credit union deposit slip. Katy refers to this as the "Recognition Cup". Wally would always conclude the correspondence with simple words of encouragement like "Nice Job Katy Burns!" Wally's grandchildren quickly learned that they could shave a couple hours of time off of the "Cup of Ordeal" by getting all "A's". It just made the calculations so much easier and Wally was never that good in math! So now you know how Wally enables Katy's wacko behavior. As Katy addressed the Breslin Center audience there were mentions of "Mission Hats", traditions and support from grandparents and teachers. Katy did not speak of the "four cups of acknowledgment". She did not have to. When Katy stepped down from the podium there were no standing ovations or loud horays from Wally. They both knew that once again he was beaten by his own game. There was only one thing left to do......recognize the fourth cup of acknowledgment........the "Cup of Reward". Everyone raise your wines glasses in honor of the "Cup of Reward". "Nice job Katy Burns!"
45: Terms of Endearment (Fall of 1995) I can hear Harry Campbell telling Wally...."Come on Brains feed the kid already let's not make a career out of this!" Harry was Wally's best bud from the Army. They met in 1942 and were best friends until Harry died suddenly in 1992. Wally and Harry called each other Brains. One day I asked Harry....why Brains. His answer was that in the army Wally was always screwing things up so he started calling him "shit for brains" or "shithead". When kids came along the nickname was shortended to just "Brains". If you asked Wally the same question you would get the same answer, accept that Harry was the one that was always screwing things up. For years we thought the nickname "Brains" was associated with some high honor bestowed upon them by Eisenhower...we know better now. This photograph shows Wally (74), Brennen (1), Katy (6) and Brennen's guardian angel (the orb in the window). I swear that Brains is Brennen's guardian angel. From day one, Wally nicknamed Brennen "Egghead". I am sure that the nickname in some strange way was a tribute to his fallen comrade. Or maybe Wally knew that Brains would always be there to protect "egghead" so when he talked with Brennen he understood that "shithead" was always close by. Wally no longer knows who Brennen is, but asked him about "egghead" and he will break out in a smile. Egghead is now 16 and is my main traveling companion on the trips from Lansing to St. Clair. Egghead is compassionate with his grandpa and company for me. I am so thankful that he has learned that the world is not "all about him" at such an early age. Not bad for an "egghead"!
46: Condo on Maple Ridge (Fall 1983) Wally retired from Hoskins in 1983 at the age of 62. We all thought that once he retired he wouldn't be long for this world because he was a "workoholic". We failed to understand that he was really a "peopleholic". He loved retirement because he could connect with people on a whole new level. This photograph, taken at one of our "condogates" prior to a Spartan football game, is a prime example. Wally purchased the 900 square foot condo on Maple Ridge in 1980 and I rented it from him. Each year we would organize a "condogate" prior to a football game. Brunch and a Bourbon! The event started small but grew every year. He had more friends attend the event than I did. My friends wanted to attend because Wally and his friends would be there. The demand for tickets was staggering. Harry Campbell (aka Brains) was the biggest Spartan fan of them all. There was even more "buzz" for the 1983 condogate because it was George Perles first year as head coach and Patrice's first condogate experience. (Note the green paper cow in the foreground. This was Patrice's contribution to the event. Art at a condogate?) Brains pronounced that the Saint Ambrose guy was going to turn things around.......starting today! I guess he didn't notice the black cat next to Wally. Bad omen.....Illinois 20 MSU 10.
47: In 1986, Mike and Cindy Maser purchased the condo next door. The four of us pooled our meger resources to throw a combined condogate. The attendance at the event shot through the roof. The pinnacle was reached on September 7, 1987 as Wally's friends gathered to wtiness MSU beat USC 27 to 13. Brains was right....the Saint Ambrose boy did turn things around! Wally took pride in helping us get started in the condo. He also cherished the realization that in a round about way he introduced us to our best friends, the Maser Family. The condo's were sold, the "condogates" wound down, but our friendship with the Maser's is stronger than ever. Thanks Wally!
48: Twinkle in the Eye (1952) There are many Burns' memorialized in this photograph taken at Maxine Burns Barclay Yope's wedding in September 1952. There are three generations of the Burns' family represented and many others that are just a"twinkle in the eye."
52: Build me a son.
53: Father Prayer by General Douglas MacArthur (May 1952) Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory. Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee ?and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. Lead him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail. Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past. And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. Then, I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.