As many of Walt's family and friends know, my brother was a storyteller, so the best way I can think to honor him is to retell an event we experienced together in the form of a story. I have placed the story in the story section of this site. I have related it from memory the best I could without fabrications, though elaboration of details is part of storytelling. My sister, Lori, whom I have spoken with about this event tells me that she tried to tell Walt and Mom about what had happened to me, but they wouldn't listen to her. This doesn't surprise me in the charged atmosphere of the happenings, as she was only 6 at the time. Lori also tells me she remembers the snake crawling across her forehead before it bit me. I never knew that until I posted this story. I don't think Walt or Mom ever knew it either. This story could have ended much differently had she been bitten. Glad I could take a hit for you, Sis!
Dear family and friends, please enjoy a powerful memory from my childhood... of my big brother, the protector.
RIP Big Brother. Niecy (Denise Dirig)