I first met Brenda at church in the late 50’s in Sinton. Our parents became good friends, and the Binkleys eventually became our go-to friends for “coffee and cake” or homemade ice cream Sunday night after church. They lived on the next street over from us, and we could walk down the alley to their house from our house. One evening, as we were walking down the alley to their house for Brenda’s Mom’s birthday party, I asked my Mother how old she was going to be, and she replied, “32”. I ignorantly replied “Wow, so she’s really old?” During the party, I asked Brenda how old her Mother was. “I don’t know, but she’s pretty old, I think,” confirming my opinion. So I assume we were all probably elementary schoolers at the time.
In those days, Brenda seemed to be perpetually smiling, and she was a giggler. She was also one of a number of talented teenaged pianists/organists that we had at First Baptist Church in those days.
At Baylor, I had a car and provided transport to Sinton over the years for lots of Sinton kids, including Brenda. She’s one of many friends from my childhood that I wish I’d had an opportunity to be friends with in adulthood.
I’m sure she’ll be greatly missed by all who were close to her.