Altar Call – Opelika-Auburn News
Walter Albritton
August 27, 2017
The
impact of a nephew’s unexpected memory
The
reunion of our Walter and Caroline Albritton Family was successful despite the
sweltering heat of an August Saturday. One hundred out of 163 descendants of my
parents showed up with smiles and lots of good food. A rented tent helped us
handle the oppressive sunshine.
For
the occasion I had edited and published a 50-page book titled Memories of Papa. My siblings shared the
cost with me and we provided free copies to all family members. To my great
surprise copies of an additional memory were made available on a page that
could be inserted in the book. It was a memory of an incident in my own life,
composed by my nephew Richard K. Berkstresser, Jr.
I
remember well the occasion Richard describes in what he titled “Remembering
Uncle Walter.” Richard’s words touched me deeply as I recalled the shocking
sight of seeing my aging daddy fall on his face. As Richard points out, Daddy
was a man’s man, tough and strong; I had never seen him stumble, much less fall
helplessly to the ground.
Here
is what Richard remembered:
“Throughout
my childhood Uncle Walter was somewhat of a mystery. He was gone almost always
and his trips home were often short and sweet. I understood this in later years
as I became more involved with the church and realized the burden and
responsibility of a pastor mentoring and shepherding hundreds of people like me
in one flock.
“The first really intimate human
connection I had with Uncle Walter occurred one summer when we worked together repairing
one of Papa's many fences. I was in my later teen years and Papa was just
starting to show his mortality, even though he could still out-work any of us
there that day.
“As I recall, the people working
together that day were Papa, Uncle Walter, his son Matt, my cousin John Flomer
Jr. and myself. We were walking through heavy brush toward a fence corner covered
with vines when Papa stumbled and fell hard, face first into the dirt and
grass. I was stunned beyond words. I am
not exaggerating to say I had never imagined this giant of a man stumbling,
much less falling on his face. I cannot
speak for the others, but I believe they were all as stunned as I was.
“Papa cut no one any slack, and I guess
Uncle Walter understood that better than anyone, which is why I so vividly
remember how he forced himself through that undergrowth, got on both knees and
so gently reached out his hands beside his father to make sure he was safe. We
all watched in silence as Uncle Walter got his Papa balanced and back on his
feet.
“Papa mumbled something about just
stumbling and the incident was over, but I have never forgotten that stunning
moment when the son reached out and lifted up the father – and I never will
forget it.”
That was indeed an unusual experience
for me, one that had not occurred in more than fifty years. In all the years
previous to that day, it had been my daddy who was lifting me. It was, however,
an omen of days to come, for in his last years, as his body weakened, I did
have the honor of “lifting” my daddy many other times.
I shall soon forget the delicious food
at the reunion – the tasty hotdogs and the luscious strawberry cake, but I will
long remember the tears that filled my eyes as I read my nephew’s surprising
memory of a moment in the life of his uncle. It made the family reunion very
special for me. + + +