Monday, October 31, 2016

14 - Linwood and Doris


Doris and Linwood, Aberdeen 1957


     My uncle Linwood was my father's older brother.  He was the eldest of six children, and he had left home by the time Daddy started school.  

     He was middle-aged when he married Doris, and most everyone in the family found both of them eccentric and a little comical.   We called him Bubba.  That's what Daddy had called him as a child, and the name stuck.   He always made me think of the actor Paul Douglas, but that is neither here nor there, as I don't suppose there is anyone left who remembers Paul Douglas.


     Doris was generally considered to be a hypochondriac, and growing up I remember Mother and Big Polly gossiping about seeing Doris' car yet again parked in front of Doctor Bowen's office, speculating on what could be wrong with her this time.   She had a raspy, bass voice, the result of years of chain smoking; and as far back as I can remember she was taking a variety of pills for what she called her allergies.   


     As for Bubba, he was  obsessed with money,  with not spending it.   He would fixate on the worst scenario of finding himself without enough money, and each year he became more and more of a miser.


  
Bubba and Daddy 1946
    As simple as our family creature comforts seem in retrospect, we lived sumptuously compared to Bubba and Doris.  Although they had considerably more money (due to the fact that they were childless and spent little on themselves), there was never any question of going on holiday, almost never a meal out, and only rarely an extravagance such as an outing to what Linwood still called the "moving pictures."


     Whenever family members encouraged them to do something which would entail an extra expenditure, Linwood would launch into a lecture on the importance of his money earning interests at every moment.  He could be quite unintentionally comical when explaining how he waited until the last possible moment before settling his electricity bill.


     "It makes a lot more sense  earning two percent in the Building and Loan," he would say, "than giving it to the Carolina Power and Light."


     He was permanently preoccupied with the possibility of one day finding himself without the financial means to take care of himself and Doris.  I don't know if there was any real explanation for this money phobia, other than he had lived through the Depression and had seen his mother lose her savings when the  bank owned by her cousins failed in 1934. This dramatic local tragedy did not, however, seem to unduly affect anyone else in the family.


     So  Bubba continued throughout his working life to spend the absolute minimum.  By the time he retired, and Daddy had bought out his share of the sand company, he had amassed what seemed to be a real little fortune.  Even Stanley Hartly (see blog on Stanley) once said he thought Linwood must be sitting on quite an impressive nest egg.


     Fate decided on a bizarre twist.  Bubba, who had known no illness during most of his working life, suffered a massive stroke in the early years of his retirement.  He was hospitalized at Moore Memorial in a coma for many weeks before being transferred to another hospital and nursing home. 


     Doris, who had no experience in money management or in running anything, pretty much fell apart.  She left bills unpaid and overpaid others.


     Bubba died  five long years later, still hospitalized and for the most of that time still in a coma.  He had been presumably unaware of the horrendously expensive long-term medical and nursing care, or that his most dreaded fear had in fact indeed been realized.  


     It was not until the bank began foreclosure procedures on their home that family realized almost every penny of his money was gone.   My father and Frances tried to help Doris find a last-minute solution, but it was too late.  She paid one final visit to Dr. Bowen, and then chose what she saw as the easy way out, with the aid of an overdose of barbiturates and a plastic bag. 



Your input is welcomed:  frank.pleasants@libertysurf.fr


CROSS REFERENCING … a look at other postings
Doctor Bowen and Big Polly were feautured in "Doctor Bowen and Janette" from  Musings and Meanderings No.1; Doctor Bowen is also mentioned in "A Date With Dephie" from Musings and Meanderings No. 17.  Linwood and Stanley Hartly and Frances were featured in "The Guardian Angel", Musings and Meanderings No. 2.   Grandmother Pleasants and Frances in Hotel Musings No. 2 "Grandmother Pleasants and Mrs. Kennedy" and Hotel Musings No. 4 "A Two-dollar Hamburger Under A Silvery Dome  (to access, click on highlighted titles).


21 comments:

  1. Loraine in Fish HoekOctober 31, 2016 at 1:44 AM

    Oh what a sad story Frank. I'm just glad your uncle didn't know what happened to Doris. I suspect his lifelong phobia about money didn't help and had a huge influence on poor Doris, so much so that she just couldn't cope with being poor and so 'topped' herself!

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  2. Myfortyniner in CharlotteOctober 31, 2016 at 2:29 AM

    Your writings have a way of staging the setting, painting the characters and then walking the reader through the action never quite certain where the path will end. For me this one ended with a gasp! I've wondered on more than one occasion whether some of us are born with an sense of our ultimate destiny. This inexplicable certainty drives them to live their lives accordingly - the man who was always in a hurry and never slept well who died young, the young mother who was inordinately concerned about every sniffle and sneeze of her children destined to loose a young child to illness, and here in your story your uncle afraid of outliving his money destined to a lingering high maintenance illness leading to death. Who are we to tell them not to worry, or to live their lives differently?
    Thanks for sharing your writings.

    Sandy

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  3. Joel in FredericksburgOctober 31, 2016 at 2:37 AM

    A very sad story beautifully told.

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  4. a dark commentary, coincidentally on Halloween.
    A sad story....

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  5. do we reap what we sew?
    A sad, sad tale.

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  6. You sure have the family legends.

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  7. Very interesting and a lesson on taking savings to the extreme and not enjoying life. Very good, Frank

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  8. Love your writings. They return Aberdeen to me, along with all the interesting people and things that took place there. I think we just looked at it as "the way things were." Keep writing!

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  9. our memories seem to jive...The family was able to save the house for Doris. She left it to a distant relative of hers.
    Dickie

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  10. Barbara in PennsylvaniaOctober 31, 2016 at 8:56 AM

    I love how you share your "special memory." I always enjoy reading your stories and just wish they were longer.

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  11. As usual, I loved this vignette from your past. The ending, however, startled me. I wasn’t expecting that. How tragic! That’s why I always encourage young women to take charge of their lives and be financially independent. And, yes, I do remember Paul Douglas. In fact, I just googled him and discovered that he died of a heart attack at 52 years of age and was married five times. No wonder he had a heart attack at such a young age!

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  12. Beautifully written, Frank.

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  13. I remember Paul Douglas well! But I don't remember Doris' suicide; probably hushed up by the Pleasants. Now Francis Warner Pleasants reveals all!

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  14. Thank you Frank of the photographic pen...

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  15. Again, well-done --certainly a change of tone-- but carefully expressed. Bravo!

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  16. Thank you,Frank. I did not know that about Aunt Doris.

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  17. Chris in Norfolk, U.K.November 1, 2016 at 2:44 AM

    So sad to read about the joyless lives led by Doris and Linwood. And what a miserable ending they both had. Maybe the only blessing was that poor Linwood never knew that in the end his nest egg was not enough. Some sort of cruel irony here.

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  18. Thanks, Frank for a well crafted story. I can identify with the generation who were scarred by the depression, and impressed on their children (our generation) the importance of frugality. My parent's greatest fear was that they would not have enough to cover the end of their lives, and that I would be stuck with the medical bills.

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  19. Sad story but you certainly write very well.

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  20. Jim in Southern PinesNovember 1, 2016 at 3:51 AM

    Exceptional writing and painful to read. Thanks, Frank, for sharing.

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  21. Great writing...your mother would be so proud! -Mike Jackson in Charlotte, NC

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