Our first Neighbor – Joyce Frisbie
When we first moved into Mustian Forest (the name of our private little Subdivision), there lived across the street, a small family consisting of a lovely Lady named Joyce, her husband Lawrence and their Grandson Latif. It didn’t take us long to become very fond of Joyce and her family, in fact whenever we would go out or run into town, we would ask Joyce if they needed anything. Joyce and Lawrence were originally from Philadelphia, PA and had Northern tendencies but with a Southern twist. If that makes any sense.
Joyce and Lawrence had an older son Terry who lived in Hawaii but when Lawrence got sick and eventually passed away from complications from Dementia, Terry flew in from Hawaii, moved in with his Mom and did his very best to take care of and provide for her and Latif. During the time that Terry was here, he started working at a radio station in Henderson as a D.J/Radio Host. Due to the fact that Terry had flown in, he did not have a vehicle readily available so for that year that he was here, I had lent him my Pickup. No charge, no fee, just me dong a neighborly good deed. My Wife and I had another car and most of the time that truck just stayed in the yard anyway. We learned that Terry had served in the Military as a Marine and had very strong morals and beliefs –
he was definitely “Raised” right and then learned early on – the rigorous discipline and patriotism that the Marines would instill in him. Once he got his Mother situated, Terry had to leave and get back to his life in Hawaii. We still keep up with him on Social Media and love hearing his insights as to the island life and of course all of the beautiful photographs.
Now Latif was another story, he was this skinny spindly little kid who always had a huge infections smile on his face. I have never – to this day – seen him frown. He was always running, jumping, moving and shaking. Always full of energy and ready to go at a moment’s notice. After our daughter Ivy was born, Latif would come over more frequently and play with Ivy, Ozzy and our oldest son Matthew. Latif had this way with babies that’s for sure. Ivy would squeal when she saw him and her eyes would light up and Latif just loved holding her and making her laugh. We shared many laughs, conversations, meals and memories with Latif.
Now Joyce, being the protective Grandmother that she was, ALWAYS wanted to know where he was and what he was doing. She would call over to our house to make sure that he was behaving, not getting into any mischief and not bothering us. You know – doing what any responsible “parent” would/should do. Some days we would see Latif walking or playing out in his own front yard just looking over at our house like he was bored and wanted to be over there playing. Sandy would call over and ask Joyce if he could come over and of course she said yes and would let him but she had rules and she wanted him raised so that he would not expect that he could just come over any time that he wanted to and she wanted him to understand the principles of privacy and what it meant to impose on others. Joyce was a very loving and mindful guardian; she was one to always look out for others and had a strong religious background. On those occasions that we had to run into town, we would oftentimes take Latif with us – I mean he was already over at our house anyways. I still say to this day that Joyce, Latif and their family were the perfect neighbors in every aspect. Loyal, Trustworthy, Cheerful, Reverent, and a host of other adjectives that one could use to describe someone of their caliber.
Now Joyce and Lawrence were Jehovah’s Witnesses and strongly believed in their teachings and their faith. Joyce tried her best to instill those values in Latif as well and he fought it as any kid his age would do. Now let me interject with this – I know many people dislike the Jehovah’s Witnesses and try their best to avoid them at all costs but I am here to say that they are one of the only Religious Groups that actually does what the Bible instructs them to do and that is to go out into the world and witness to others. Now sure, I do not share the same beliefs as they do but I do not condemn them for it either. Yes I am a Christian, Yes I believe in God and yes I love the Pentecostal Experiences that I have had in my faith but Joyce, Lawrence and the family are Americans, they have their rights to believe what they want and that does not make them any less of a person than me or you. There were days that we would notice that their religious family would come over and congregate, share meals, work on the house, visit and socialize. They had invited us over a few times and they were always very respectful, open and friendly. We have had Witnesses over to our house in the past and I will always be kind and courteous to them even thought I do not believe their teachings – they are people too.
We became very fond of Joyce and her family and still try to remain in contact as much as we can through email, social media and occasionally in person. Joyce has since moved out of the subdivision and into a more suitable location for her. Terry had moved back to Hawaii and Latif had grown up and moved to Hawaii with his Uncle Terry who by the way is still doing Radio shows. Latif – now the Account Manager for Nightlife Oahu has grown into a very popular D.J hosting and brokering Gigs for several Hawaiian Hotspots and just in general has really made a name for himself and doing quite well I might add. He had started as a sous chef for a popular Hotel there on the main island when he first got there but has since moved up in his career – he still loves to cook from what we understand but he loves his nightlife and the entertainment business even more.
We are so very proud and blessed to have met these fine people. We will forever remember the values and relationship that we had with this family and there will always be a special place in our hearts for them. One day if we ever make it to Hawaii – we will be sure to look up and visit with Terry and Latif. Until then – may God always have His hand upon them.
Oh, did I mention that this wonderful loving caring family also happens to be Black – People of Color – American People with African Heritage, not that it matters to me at all but it appears to me that a lot of people in this day and age this fact alone should in some way make a difference. Well to those people I have to say – No – It Does Not Make a Difference. This article should serve as some sort of guide to everyone that we should look and live past color. Just because your families were Moonshiners or Bank Robbers bank in the day, doesn’t make you one. By the same token – it doesn’t make all white people slave owners or supporters or all black people slaves or victims of slavery. There is so much hatred, racism and discord in the world today and we as a Nation need to get over it. We need to come together and like I have been preaching for the last few years, this is now the Human Race – nothing more – nothing less!!! God Bless Us All…….