C. L. Hoskins: 2011-09-18

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

MORE ARMY

As I close this small piece of my brother's life, I have laughed, cried and more importantly viewed his life through his glasses with my own interpretation of what he was feeling and I believe that I have a much better understanding of the principle of "judge not" because I can never really walk where he has walked. I appreciate this dear man for his moments of recognizing that he had offended and sorry for the action. I have tried to feel his loneliness only to know that we are all islands seeking to find someone to share a moment of beauty. I have found beauty in his love for activity, enjoyed his love for the beauty of the creation which is around us, his enjoyment for competing in the game of basketball, the beauty in his soul for seeking forgiveness, his tenderness toward his daughter, his parents, sister Argie and his extended family, thankful for his generous spirit, for the beauty of recognizing the power of right and wrong, for his keen awareness of the gift of friendship. I ask for forgiveness for not being there when on occasion he needed me. The Army was a difficult experience for him and he needed a cuddly teddy bear. He found several. C. L. learned many lessons in those two years.

Next blog will be RODEO TIME

ARMY DAYS

C.L. didn't have the resources to continue his movie/TV adventure. The long and the short of that story is that C.L. joined the Army so he could get out of debt and have an income, Four Star Playhouse sent him an invitation for a contract in a series. Too late. I wish I had kept the letter for his history. As I recall, it was NBC's Gunsmoke an American radio and television Western drama series.


C. L. Hoskins

This was a very difficult time in the life of my brother. He was thinking of his daughter and didn't have enough money to help with her. He was told that the Army provided a way to easy the challenge of "no money."

When he left for the Army, my heart broke as I told him, "Later. Do what you have to do." Love my brother. Again, the tears come so easily. Tears of joy for being a part of life. All of us had fun in the ocean as we played and threw sand at each other. Sands of time. All of us young kids learning about the windows and doors of life and how the shadows prepare us for more experiences. Life is precious with every passing day.