Doyle "Christene" Burton

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My sister Doyle- The first time I met Doyle was in 1951. Her brother TC was introducing me to his family (as his girlfriend). From then on I was attached to TC and his sisters Doyle, Jeanette, Shirley, Imanuel, and Helen. It was so good to be with them and hear all the stories from their past and laughing you could hear them a mile away. Doyle told TC I like her and you better marry her. So when we got married so many memories of all the family. One memory of Doyle she loves her rock in her favorite rocking chair and would get out and say, “don’t nobody get my chair” and Helen and I would have a fit over the chair over whose turn it was. We all had to help with chores. It was a big family and lots of chores. One day grandma Crawley said we need to get busy gotta fix dinner somebody needs to go to the garden and wholesome corn. Doyle said come on Wilma we can pick the corn. So Doyle, Polly, and I went to pick corn. Doyle took a grass sack and we were talking and laughing about picking a sack of corn. We didn’t go to the garden but we went down to the gravel road to the neighbors field. We got so much corn we could hardly carry it as we were going out of the cornfield and into the gravel road and up the hill home. Low and behold we met the farmer whose cornfield we were coming out of with that big sack of corn. He said y’all got some good corn there. He was so nice being in that family was so much fun times work work work. Saturday was going to town, Sunday with church, and socially socializing with family and friends oh and singing. They could really sing! Then, Doyle met James and they got married and moved to Indianapolis they had three boys. TC and I had our family and we all had our families. I went to work and then every Saturday they all came to my house and we would get together and the guys would play cards. I would cut the pot and got enough money for us to buy food. One would go to the grocery store and buy the food. We would cook and eat when the kids were playing we had so much fun and we did that every Saturday night. TC and I loved all the times we spent with their families. Time passed, children grew and left home but we were still family. Doyle has been through some tough times both good times and bad times. Doyle enjoyed it and made it through. She has had her struggles but now her work is done. When Doyle lived at Crestwood she was finally in a good place and was able to ride the bus and go. She made friends and was so happy. She would call me and ask if I can take her some places and I did. She was happy and content until she had her stroke which really did her in. Now while she was at University Heights Health I wasn’t able to go see her very much but I sent her cards and notes. I sent her pictures and the only thing I could not have a phone call with being paralyzed on one side she was not in good shape. It is a terrible feeling knowing she is gone but a good consultation to know she is not in any pain and to know she made her heavenly flight. She picked up pieces from her bad day and like a puzzle she made the best pieces fit. Her work is done now. The place she is in right now… God circled on a map for her. The beloved has bowed there knowing she was coming… And now the angels protect her. We all know now she wears a lily white robe and a crown with stars that light up her way. To My sis Doyle And my late husband TC Crawley Love, Wilma Crawley

Grandma Christine was my buddy. I would make it a priority to call her on my way home from work or when she was on my mind. She always asked how my babies were doing, my husband ( in which she usually forgot his name so she would laugh for a little bit about that), how work was, etc. I knew that God was using her to help me see the blessing of my Grandma and her sweet laugh made life so much better. Our conversations always ended with her laughing about something and she would always end with “I love you. Thanks for calling. Give my grand babies a big hug and kiss”. I also had some sweet conversations and time with her after her stroke. We would sit and talk about faith, stories of her growing up, stories of when she would babysit us growing up, and sometimes just sit and be still. She will be greatly missed but I know she’s with Jesus now and free of pain. Love you Grandma!