Randall: Stories from a good life shared

In times of loss, we lean on stories to recall the departed and heal our broken hearts.

Barely two months ago, Bill Easterling of Clio, Ala., lost the love of his life, his wife of 51 years. He is doing well, he says, all things considered, thanks to the lovely blessings of faith, family and friends -- and six old dogs that expect to be fed.

But facing the holidays alone for the first time without Elaine, he felt a need somehow to write and tell me about her, stories from the good life they shared.

"At 85," he explains, "one begins to look back. ..."

Bill lost his mother when he was 5 years old, and was reared by his father, who never remarried.

"We lived alone and times were difficult. In 10th grade, I asked if I could leave home and my father agreed, provided I'd promise to finish high school."

Bill made good on that promise and then some. After serving in the Merchant Marine in World War II, he went to college, finished law school, graduated from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, Texas, and finally began to pray in earnest for a wife.

That's when he met, fell in love with and married a "spinster" schoolteacher, Elaine Battles.

"I was 34. She was 30. Our first year of marriage consisted of our teaching school and serving in two rural churches."

Then one day they got an idea to build a fish hatchery and soon became pioneers in the catfish business.

The word "catfish" reminds Bill of one of his favorite stories about Elaine:

One year, they were asked to stock a pond for a customer in a nearby town on Thanksgiving Day. So Bill promised Elaine they would go out afterward for a big Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant.

"Turned out there were no restaurants open and all the stores were closed."

Finally they found a little country store where they bought a can of sardines, two drinks and some crackers. They sat in the truck, gave thanks and ate it all. It was good.

That night, he recalls, Elaine looked in his eyes and said, "Bill, this has been the best Thanksgiving of my life."

Bill's not sure how the whole thing started with the dogs.

Somehow, word got around that if you had a dog you didn't want, you could leave it at the Easterlings' place out in the country and they'd take it in.