SEEDS IN PAPA’S VINEYARD

 

My clan is stronger due to the intelligent women who were born and Married into it.

We are all seeds in Papa’s Vineyard, and I am blessed to be the fateful Patriarch of this tiny vine of devoted, familial female grapes. The little one is no longer with us. No, she has not passed on to that vaporous vale of eternal sleep; however, she has been spirited away from the fold by ignorance and ill intentions. So, yes, she is lost to the Bruster Clan, (although she was never truly a Bruster, which will be explained in detail someday). However, this is an account of the ones who remain, (the little one, at least, deserved an honorable mention as her departure from the vineyard was not completely by her own design).

The Bruster girls are the perfect mixture of intelligence, beauty, and dedication. They all embody the spirit of “Papa Bruster”, who has gone on to lands unknown nearly a half-century before their birth, so in truth, they never met him, or visited his earthly vineyard as I did. It is uncanny, however, that they all carry the genetic cerebral markers that made “Papa Bruster” a force to be reckoned with. Education was always important in our clan, although the cousins seemed to get the lion’s share of the higher education until I came of age to spawn my own brood. My own college education only spanned to the associate level, but life gave me a PhD, and allowed me to pass on a limited, yet qualitative degree of knowledge to my two offspring who went on to spread their knowledge to the next generation of Papa’s clan, until two brilliant girls broke the mold, (Papa would be so proud of them).

My wife, who has been a Bruster girl since 1999, also fits this mold. She graduated at the top of her class with a 3.99 GPA, was invited and installed on the school board, and was recruited to be a faculty member, (which she graciously declined for personal reasons).

Unfortunately, unlike “Papa Bruster”, I have no vineyard, and currently, no land on which to grow one, but I will always have the grapes and seeds of the Bruster Clan at my side, to love and cherish. I am blessed to be alive to watch them grow and eventually sprout and cultivate their own vines, grapes, and seeds. I love you all, girls.

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