The Missing Person
“He hated the idea of going to the West Coast to play football. But he had a passion for the game, and for the kind of solid, out-of-doors, sweaty, hard-pounding, second-effort life he’d been taught to respect by his family who were his other passion.
Dempsey’s father, Wendell Butts, was the Sunday minister of the Open Bible Church. The rest of the time he farmed three hundred and fifty acres of feed corn and soy beans, and raised Poland China pigs. Dempsey’s mother, Emma, was a pale, slight sti...ck-figure of a woman with a wilted, unsubstantial body and a thin, kindly face. She had been the daughter of a farmer and was now a farmer’s wife as well as the mother of four loving and athletic sons. The effort of all her roles seemed to have consumed her until there was little left but her small bones, her pale wrinkled skin, blue-veined legs, and gallant, fragile, bony head. She was less a woman than a sparrow. She fixed on her husband and her “boys” the bright beam of her birdlike eyes, loving everyone she looked upon.MoreLess
Dempsey’s father, Wendell Butts, was the Sunday minister of the Open Bible Church. The rest of the time he farmed three hundred and fifty acres of feed corn and soy beans, and raised Poland China pigs. Dempsey’s mother, Emma, was a pale, slight sti...ck-figure of a woman with a wilted, unsubstantial body and a thin, kindly face. She had been the daughter of a farmer and was now a farmer’s wife as well as the mother of four loving and athletic sons. The effort of all her roles seemed to have consumed her until there was little left but her small bones, her pale wrinkled skin, blue-veined legs, and gallant, fragile, bony head. She was less a woman than a sparrow. She fixed on her husband and her “boys” the bright beam of her birdlike eyes, loving everyone she looked upon.MoreLess
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