Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Ola! It's Me, Daniel (Again)

Hi! Ola! It's me, Daniel, and I have a story for you. Okay?

Once upon a time, Daniel came to visit GiGi and HeyYea. Not like our regular Friday-GiGi-picks-me-up-play-all-day-Papai-gets-me-and-we-go-home visit. Nope. This time, Mamae and Papai came with me on a big airplane from California. We have a casa novo--a new home--in California, but GiGiHeyYea's house is still in Texas. So that's why we got on an airplane to visit.

GiGi was waiting inside the airport when we got there.
I ran really fast when I saw my GiGi
at the airport! She sat down on the floor
and gave me big hugs and kisses.

My car seat
came with us from California.
 
HeyYea was waiting in their car, so we buckled my car seat inside and we all drove from the airport to GiGiHeyYea's house. I asked if we were staying a longlonglong time. This visit was 3 nightimes.
 
I ran into GiGiHeyYea's house, and everything looked just the same as when I left for California 7 weeks before. Except for one thing. There was a new bed for me, since I'm a big boy now. It looks like a little boat, see?
Everything is the same
in my room at GiGiHeyYea's
except my new bed.


It fits just right.






 
My rede, my ball popper,
my cars all lined up . . .



my books--all there.
GiGi asked if I wanted to
be a plumber when I grow up.
What in the world does that mean?!
I got to see lots of people that love me when I came to visit Texas. It was Thanksgiving time.
That's Papai's cousin Marisa
showing pictures of her girls,
my cousins Mia and Zoe.


Mamae and I are at the table with
Aunt Marisa, Papai, HeyYea,
Uncle Jr., Auntie Nana, and Uncle Dodo

Here's my buddy, Uncle Steve.
(When I was just a baby, I called him Hunka Cheese.)
He calls me Uncle Daniel!

 
One night, our friends Sachin and Lovely came to see me. They brought some yummy Indian food for dinner. Lovely is a good cook! Even though they moved from India, Lovely and Sachin were our neighbors when we lived in Texas. They love me.
Papai and HeyYea talked to Sachin
about computers and cameras.
I fixed my drill.

I helped Mamae and Lovely
cook some things that smelled
sooo good.






















There was time to do lots of things I like at GiGiHeyYea's house.
HeyYea and I watched Planes.

I climbed trees in my
dinosaur pajamas.

My friend the Mockingbird
came by to sing to me.

I drew a picture for GiGi.


It was fun to roll marbles
down the ramps.
I wanted to play with water,
but GiGi said the hose was broken.

More climbing.

HeyYea was happy when I
climbed up to snuggle.

HeyYea is my buddy.

Did you know that
HeyYea is Papai's
father?!
Really---

HeyYea teases me sometimes.
I say, "Are you teasing me?"

I love HeyYea because
he loves me with a quiet voice
and we share cars.
Here's my new favorite way to play soccer.
I made up the game and it's so much fun.
 

So, that was my first visit back in Texas. I like GigiHeyYea's house.

When we said goodbye, I wanted to know something really important. When could I come back to see GiGi and HeyYea and climb in the tree and play with my cars and chill with HeyYea and play rede soccer? GiGi promised she would come visit me next! She said she wanted to come to California for Christmas at our casa novo.

So, that will be another story to tell, but for now--that's THE END!


Monday, April 13, 2015

Giving Thanks for 10 Pairs of Feet, 2014

Thankful for the Beatty/Bingham gene pool! Here are some pix from November, 2014.

Steve Jr.

Marisa, Cecilia, Daniel

Our Thanksgiving Table
clockwise from r: Doug, Iris, Douglas, Steve,
Will, Marisa, Cecilia, Daniel

Brother Doug, sis-in-law Iris, and their son-our nephew Douglas

Uncle Steve aka Hunka Cheese with his buddy Daniel

Kiss the cook!
cousins Marisa and Cecilia with Iris

Cecilia and me

Brother Douglas and sister Marisa
grab a sunny hug

Marisa from Switzerland and Douglas from California
came for their Grandfather Beatty's funeral,
and were able to stay for a Thanksgiving meal.

The Beatty Unit
l-r: Douglas, Iris, Marisa, Doug
[M's husband Chris + daughters Zoe and Mia
were home in Switzerland.]

Cousins
l-r: Will and Cecilia Bingham; Steve Bingham, Jr.;
Marisa Konig-Beatty; Douglas Beatty
Our Thanksgiving table

The question of the day--
will the popcorn get hot enough to pop?
Nope. It would have been fun though.





Thanking God for the family He put me in, and so grateful for the opportunity to have so many pairs of feet under our table that day. The nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, and spouses who weren't there physically, were definitely in my heart.
 
Thank You, Lord!






















Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Better A Good Name







Ecclesiastes 7:1

Better a good name than costly oil.

New Century Version

A good reputation is more valuable than the most expensive perfume.
New Living Translation

Good reputation is better than a fat bank account.
The Message



I was going to tell you about all the names my father acquired in his 96 years of life.


William Harry Beatty
was the given name of the 5th child of 10 children born to Ruth and Dwight Beatty in Massillon, Ohio on November 15, 1918.
Father and Son
Dwight Lowe Beatty, Sr. and William Harry Beatty


Bill
was the name by which he was called as a
  • son
  • brother to his 9 siblings (Dwight Jr, Robert, Mary, Helen, Barb, Madelyn, Carolyn, Bruce, and Alice).
top l-r: Carolyn, Barbara, Helen, Bruce, Bill, Madelyn, Mary
bottom l-r: Dwight Jr, Ruth (mother), Alice
A Family Reunion

  • student
  • diver on swim team
  • high school cheerleader
  • lifeguard
  • friend
  • employee/co-worker

Captain Beatty
was his title as a pilot in the Army Air Corps 1941-1945. He was a flight instructor in single- and twin-engine B26 airplanes. It's an understatement to say he loved to fly.
Captain Beatty


Bill
was husband to Kathryn  for over 20 years.
Kathryn and Bill Beatty



I was going to tell you about some of his most important names.

Dad for 71 years
to Bill Jr (1943-1981) and Doug (1945-    )

Dad with Doug and Bill in Ohio (1946)


Brothers Bill and Doug (~1953?)



Coach Beatty
to teams of Little League Baseball players.
Doug (and Bill) had the best coach--their Dad.


Daddy
When I was born in November, 1949 he got a new name--Daddy.
1950

1973

Since our birthdays were a day apart, we often shared a cake, sang to each other, and blew out the candles together.
A shared birthday celebration with Aunt Barbara

November 15, 2014   Dad's Last Best Day
Singing Happy Birthday #96
l-r: Rhonda, Alma (with Lydia), Sandi, Charla

BTW--My father would fall asleep in church each Sunday, much to my mother's chagrin. His doctor's prescription? Get a new preacher. But years later we would find that his tendency to nod off--even behind the wheel--was not boredom or rudeness. He had a neurological disorder called narcolepsy. In addition to disrupted day- and night-time sleep patterns, Dad also experienced cataplectic seizures when he laughed or felt strong emotion. What a cruel disorder--that trains one to be careful when laughing or expressing love.



Dad or Bill

Offshore with son-in-law Steve
Daughter-in-law Carolyn and son-in law Steve came to know their father-in-law as Bill. Daughter-in-law Iris always called him Dad.
Carolyn, me, and Iris (the 'daughters')
with my Mom at the stove



I was going to tell you that--whatever his label-- most everyone said his name with a smile and warm regard. He was known for his integrity, gentle strength, quick mind, and quiet dry humor. His kind blue eyes were quick to tears.





Bill
Over 41 years ago, Bill joined the Cornerstone Class at Willow Meadows Baptist Church where he met and married Alma.
Alma and Bill Beatty

Bill became father to Sandi, Rhonda, and Charla.
Sandi, Charla, and Rhonda (2014)

As a loyal volunteer bookkeeper at Braes Interfaith Ministries for over 20 years, Bill used his retirement in selfless service.
Bill-the honoree at a BIM celebration
with Alma (holding his award)
and BIM Director

He was also a master at word puzzles. His clipboard held a special mechanical pencil and the daily crossword. Amazingly, when he began to need a little extra help with the solutions, he simply took his walker to their personal computer and looked up the LA Times website. There he found the answers he needed; and he diligently copied each 'down' and 'across' to fill in his puzzle!

Uncle Bill
was his title to legions of nieces, nephews, great- and great-great nieces and nephews.



I was going to tell you about some of his more creative names.
PawPaw Bill/Pawpaw/Pawp
As a grandfather for over 40 years, he shared lots of MALARKY (PawPaw Bill's magic word for silliness) and chocolate ice cream with:
  • grands: Marisa, Douglas, Steve Jr., Will, Kate, James, Juli, Ryan, Rustin, Courtney, and Brad
  • (and their spouses Chris, Cecilia, Katie, Amanda, and Brandon)
  • greats: Savannah, Ashley, Chelsea, Meghan, Zoe, Mia, Daniel, Willy, Da'Kearionn
  • (and Chelsea's husband Brad)
  • great-greats: Preston, Daniel, Jade
Christmas circa 1984

PawPaw Bill circa 1983
 Christmas 2009   Plenty of malarky to go around here!


Mr. B
For 4 years starting in 2010, caregivers (who stumbled to pronounce "Beatty") gave him the title Mr. B. They grew to care deeply for a gentleman who accepted his new role as care receiver with grace, dignity, and gratitude.
"How are you, Mr. B?"
"Oh, I'm just fine!"

The staff at Brookdale Galleria declared Mr. B "the sweetest man on their floor," showering him with good-bye hugs and well-wishes when he left the facility.
The Sweetest Man
November 15, 2014


Puppy Ball
was the name one of his great-greats gave to the great-great grandfather who whistled, played peek-a-boo, and shared his walker to be a race car.
Puppy Ball shares his wheels with Daniel (2012)





His good name was better than a fat bank account (as says The Message).







I was going to tell you all that, but what I decided was most important to tell you about my Daddy is this. There was a time in his 96 years of living here on the earth when he made a conscious choice to believe that God is indeed Who He says He is, to trust God's son Jesus to be his boss, and to lean on the Holy Spirit to be his teacher/guide for.ev.er.



And so, here's what I know to be true of the man whose name and life honored God.  As of early Friday morning, November 21, 2014, William Harry Beatty:
  1.  is in heaven, his new and forever home!
  2. is face to face with Jesus;
  3. is in God's presence;
  4. is dancing in his new strong body. He is free of his hospital bed, his walker, his fragile skin, his crooked body.
  5. is reunited with his mother; smiling with his sisters and brothers; and embracing his son.
Oh, BTW--He doesn't have to worry about laughing anymore. In fact, I believe that he and his Friend Jesus have had at least one throw-your-head-back belly laugh--shout of freedom and victory over sin, disease and death.
Alma and Bill at a (practice reunion!) with brother Bruce
and sisters Alice and Carolyn     2006