We Never Danced: (A True Story About the Life of a Prayerful Mother and Her Love for Her Family, Friends, and Acquaintances And, Most of All, Her Commitment to the Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.)

By Carroll Elton Humphrey

Patsy Ruth Cline Humphrey passed away January 24, 2013, at the age of seventy-seven. She was born in West Virginia and raised in Dallas, Texas, from her junior high years, graduating from Sunset High School in l953. From the time she married her husband, Carroll Elton Rusty Humphrey, until her departure from this earth, she was noted for several things in her life. Although she was crippled and suffered pain from rheumatoid arthritis for the last thirty-two years, prayer was a major part of her life, whether it was private time or ministering to others. She should be remembered primarily for all of her Christian outreaches through her mentoring to so many young women across the United States and on the island of Okinawa. Being a mother was a first priority, but reaching out to so many young women was very important during her lifetime. And in her latter days, time spent with all the nurses who worked with her was more than just the medical care she received, but the prayers and mentoring she provided the nurses. Prayer was that special gift that God gave to her, and she used that gift very well over her entire life on this earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483627663

Carroll Elton Humphrey

Carroll Elton “Rusty” Humphrey is the husband of the subject of this book, retired from the USAF in l974. He too lived in Dallas, Texas, before entering the air force. Since retiring from the air force, he has served as support manager for a large corporation in Washington DC; as minister of administration for Northwest Bible Church in Dallas, Texas; as a real estate broker in Dallas, Texas, and the Kansas City, Kansas area; and finally as minister of administration for Olathe Bible Church in Olathe, Kansas. Throughout his life, outside of being employed by a church, he has served in positions of Sunday school superintendant, training union director, deacon, youth director, and, for a short time, as an elder, before resigning due to a medical condition. He has a BA in business from Bellevue University in Nebraska and an MS in business and human relations from Amber University in Texas.

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Copyright © 2013 by Carroll Elton Humphrey.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

The Final Chapter

Wise Woman

An excellent wife, who can find?

For her worth is far above jewels.

The heart of her husband trusts in her.

And he will have no lack of gain.

She does him good and not evil,

All the days of her life.

She looks for wool and flax,

And works with her hands in delight.

She is like merchant ships:

She brings her food from afar.

She rises also while it is still night,

And gives food to her household,

And portions to her maidens.

She considers a field and buys it;

From her earnings she plants a fine yard.

She girds herself with strength,

And makes her arms strong.

She senses that her gain is good;

Her lamp does not go out at night.

She stretches out her hands to the distaff,

And her hands grasp the spindle.

She extends her hand to the poor;

And she stretches out her hands to the needy.

She is not afraid of the snow for her household,

For all her household are clothed with scarlet.

She makes coverings for herself;

Her clothing is fine linen and purple.

Her husband is known in the gates,

When he sits among the elders of the land.

She makes linen garments and sells them,

And supplies belts to the tradesmen.

Strength and dignity are her clothing,

And she smiles at the future.

She opens her mouth in wisdom,

And the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.

She looks well to the ways of household,

And does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children rise up and bless her;

Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:

Many daughters have done nobly, you excel them all.

Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain,

But a woman who fears the Lord,

She shall be praised.

Give her the product of her hands,

And let her works praise her in the gates.

Prov. 31:10-31 NAS

DEDICATION

This life story of Patsy Ruth Cline Humphrey is dedicated to Katie and Colby, the daughter and son of my son and daughter-in-law, and Lauren, the daughter of my daughter and son-in-law. May they try to live their lives in such a way that the scriptures are manifested and that they will be model Christians.

Carroll Elton Rusty Humphrey

Chapter One

Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants, and our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace.

Ps. 144:12

I remember when I first saw your mom, by accident, on a bright and sunny morning in the fall of l953. A young lady I had earlier met and dated a couple of times had invited me to her church, a little Baptist church located in the southern part of Dallas, Texas. The young lady was a senior classmate of mine in high school at the time. When I arrived that morning and parked my car in front of the church, I noticed a crowd of teenage girls and boys in a small circle, all laughing and having a good time.

As I got out of my car and walked toward the front door of the church, I couldn’t help but notice a young lady in the midst of the circle of kids. Your mother was that young lady, and she appeared to be the center of attention. Something very strange came over me when I first saw her. She was so vibrant, so full of energy, and so full of laughter. You wouldn’t know it, but in my days of youth, I was a very shy person. Therefore, I was very much attracted to those who were friendly and outgoing, especially those of the opposite sex. Suddenly, I caught myself thinking, That’s the girl for me.

After church I was formally introduced to your mother by my lady friend. This was a small church but had a lot of youth, especially those in junior and senior high school. I was a few months older than your mom, but she had graduated from high school earlier that spring. She was working for the First National Bank in downtown Dallas. I still had a year to go before graduating. That morning was a very special time for me; because your mom was so friendly, we seemed to hit it off in the first few minutes after we met.

Several couples from the church had earlier planned an outing in the coming week at a local lake. I managed to arrange a blind date for your mom with a friend of mine so that they could join us. We had a wiener roast food fest that evening, and the friend of mine that I fixed up with your mom brought his guitar. Later that night, we sang, sat around, and talked the whole evening while roasting a few hot dogs and marshmallows.

It was dark that night, except for the moonlight and campfire. Only noise was the sound of our voices and the crackling of the fire. I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off your mom throughout the whole evening. I saw her sitting on the front hood of one of the cars, with her arms wrapped around her knees which were covered by a long skirt, just gazing at the sky. Wow, did she look beautiful to me. I wanted so much to touch her that night and maybe even hold her hand. But she was not my date for the evening. Fortunately, my date did not pick up on my attraction to your mom that night.

I called your mom the following week and arranged for a date, although it was more of a bite to eat at a local drive-in restaurant. After bringing your mom home, we spent most of the evening in the car outside her house, just talking. What was funny was that the next time I saw her, she told me her dad had asked that we should not sit in the car all evening when I bring her home. He said we could come into the house and do our talking.

Her dad was a minister of music at the church where we had met a couple of weeks earlier. He felt it might not look good to the neighbors if his daughter sat in a car all evening with a young man. That was fine with me. On all subsequently dates, which were often, we would automatically come into the house.

We found that usually we had the living room all to ourselves. Her mom and dad normally went to bed early each evening. Her dad held a full-time job, along with another part-time job and the church position. Her mother also held a full-time job with an insurance company. So they were both ready for bed early, especially during the week. Your mom had a brother who was in high school, and he was in and out, depending on his activities.

Although I had only been in Dallas a few months, your mom was the second young lady I had dated. The first young lady was more of an acquaintance, having been introduced by a new friend in Dallas. This young lady was basically quiet and shy like me, so there were really no long-term plans with her in my mind.

Having only been in Dallas a few months, I still went back to Fort Worth, where we moved from, at least once a week. You see, I had been dating a young lady in high school there for about six months. Again, it was not a serious situation, but we did have a standing date each week to go to a major horse show. Her father was a very wealthy rancher, was in the horse breeding business, and was raising horses to be shown at the various stock shows in town. I was initially attracted to her because of her father’s business, since at that time, my family was living on a ranch just north of Fort Worth. During that time, I even wore my new handmade cowboy boots, my large black cowboy hat, and my jeans with a large silver buckle.

Your mom was very kind and considerate when I told her about the girl I was involved with in Fort Worth. I told your mom that I had this prearranged date and felt that I needed to fulfill this obligation one more time, since it was a major horse show we had planned to attend for some time. Due to the distance between cities and our not-so-serious relationship, I was ready to discontinue this arrangement anyway. Your mom said that she appreciated my honesty and said I was doing the right thing by personally handling the situation.

The final date in Fort Worth went fine, and I managed to tell the girl that