Anthony's grandfather: William Lafayette Andrews.

On Friday January 18, 2002, at a regular doctor's visit, Anthony's heartbeat was not heard. Then baby's father John received a message from Anthony's mother Susan saying that the doctor was unable to detect a heart beat in the baby and that she should have an untrasound. John immediately took the 11:47 a.m. bus from work in San Francisco and the ultrasound took place at 1:45 p.m. that same day in a facility across the street from St. Rose Hospital in Santa Rosa. John and Susan were told that Anthony had died approximately two weeks earlier. They talked to Susan's sister Ellen and Grandmama Andrews agreed to come out and be with Susan during the miscarriage if she needed her. Susan's mother, Mary Jean, however, was able to fly out Monday, January 21, 2002, to stay with Susan. Because Susan's parents were scheduled to fly to Florida to visit Susan's sister Lynn, and consequently Mary Jean could no longer stay with Susan, on January 29, 2002, everyone except John Early and Joseph drove to Phoenix with Mary Jean for the eventual delivery. Ellen, Lynn and the doctors had advised Susan and John that the baby would come very quickly and that it would be a very dangerous situation because heavy hemoraging would probably occur, that Susan would not be aware of the danger and that she should be ready to get to the hospital immediately. John was concerned about a D&C because he had handled a medical malpractice case against Vanderbilt University and its doctors for a botched D&C after a birth which resulted in continuous bleeding for over a year, and Susan, John, Ellen and Lynn were concerned about not being able to get the hospital to release Anthony's body for burial after a D&C.

Joseph, a little distance ahead of his father, had a bad bicycle accident a block from the family's house in Petaluma on his way back from Mass at about 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, February 10, 2002. A man who just happened to be in his parked car gave Joseph first-aid and John and Joseph called Susan at Tom and Mary Ann's when they got home. Mary Ann said that Susan was at Mass but had begun bleeding. John was very concerned that Susan was alone at Mass but Mary Ann relieved him by saying that her husband Tom was also at that Mass. John Early and Joseph then went to the emergency room at Petaluma Valley Hospital and found that luckily Joseph did not need stitches. Joseph was 5' 1" tall, weighted 124 pounds and had blood pressure of 122/74.

Mary Ann called at 10:09 a.m. on Monday, February 11, 2002 to say that the baby was born at her house in the down-stairs bathroom. Mary Ann had taken her children to baseball practice earlier and had miraculously returned home 5 or 10 minutes before the birth. Mary Ann thought Susan had been in the bathroom a long time so knocked on the door. Susan told John Early that she did not think Anthony had been delivered initially, but all of a sudden he was there perfectly formed. (John Early and Mary Ann later confirmed that Anthony was a boy.) The cord was attached and Susan and Mary Ann did not know whether to cut it. Mary Ann called the doctor and his nurse said to call 911 immediately. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics gave Susan oxygen and intravenus fluids.

Mary Ann called John Early and told him that Susan had lost a lot of blood and was very weak, so they were taking her to Chandler Hospital. [Waylan Jennings was in Chandler Hospital at the same time and had died while Susan was there.] Susan almost blead to death and, because the hospital was refusing to release any more blood for Susan her doctor had to keep yelling at them and demanding that the hospital release enough blood to save Susan's life.

After going to Mass, John Early left work at 3:30 p.m. and cought the 5:00 flight to Phoenix after being booked on the 5:30 flight. The 5:30 flight was cancelled in Ontario and John would have been much delayed in getting to Phoenix had he been on that flight.

Marriage Encounter Weekend, Phoenix, November 21, 1993, Letter from Anthony's mother Susan to her future husband:

My Dearest John,

I pledge to you to be dedicated to our marriage. I pledge to try and live God's will and to keep this as the focus of our family. I will try to become the person you think I am. I will always love you and I hope our time together is long. I pray God will give us children and I promise to raise them, with you, to love Jesus. I hope that I will make you happy and make our home special. When times are more difficult, I want to share whatever it is with you.

Fr. Bob Voss's homily at Anthony's parent's wedding, January 1, 1994, St. Helen's Church, Glendale, Arizona:

Very proud parents, family members and friends, it truly is a joy to come together today with John and Susan to celebrate the gift of love which they have received from God. We believe that it is God who calls a man and woman to be husband and wife, _________ father and mother. In other words, we are saying that some marriages are made in heaven; some are a response to a calling from God.

Indeed, John and Susan not only say "I do" to each other in their vows, but they are also saying yes to God, who brought their lives together and today will seal their hearts in love, in a marriage that is binding until death do you part. While a marriage may end with death and while the sacrament of marriage may end with death, always remember that love is eternal. Not even death can end your love for each other. That will be magnified in the kingdom of God; made even purer than the best of our earthly efforts can make it; by the purity of God's love for each of us.

We Know that is true. The words of encouragement to the two of you is to build your love _______ for you are building what lasts forever. Jesus gave us only one commandment; that we love each other as He loves us. The important part is the second part; that we love each other as Jesus loves us. Jesus is the model for each other as husband and wife. Look often to Jesus as you grow each day in this gift of love. Jesus said that no greater love can anyone have than to lay down his life for a friend. He said that and He did that for you and for me; and that is how you are to love each other, giving totally and completely of yourself as Jesus did for us. Lay down you life for the other. If you live that commandment then there will be no trauma so great that you cannot conquer it together with Jesus. There will be no mountain so high that you can't climb it together with Jesus.

You are an extraordinary couple, and I say that very, very sincerely. I've known Susan for many years here at St. Helen's. All of us know her and I say this too for John as I've gotten to know him during these past few months. All of us who know this couple know them to be indeed people of deep faith and tremendous commitment. I'm a little sad that Susan is going to be leaving us. I value her presence here and she's done wonderful things for the glory of God here at St. Helen's and in our diocese. Earlier this week, in speaking about her to the morning Mass, the daily morning Mass congregation, I said that my loss will be some other pastor's gain; in fact, some other archbishop's gain. Susan does things courageously and has commited herself to stand firm where all of us should be standing firm, on the dignity of human life, all human life. She's willing to even pay the consequences for that deep faith committment. I'm proud of that. I'm also proud that God has honored her faith by bringing to her a man that also is of faith, of prayer and praise and worship. How wonderful to see a couple preparing for their marriage day, attending Mass together. Not just on Sunday, the Lord's day, but whenever the opportunity permitted, even at our weekday Eucharistic celebrations. How wonderfully God will bless the two of you. He will grant you a deep share in the paschal mystery of His son, Jesus. So that means a share in Christ's death, resurrection and ascension. You will know together the difficulties of this pilgrimage; this journey we call life on earth.

ANTHONY'S MOTHER SUE'S CONFIRMATION LETTER TO SON JOHN PATRICK:

March 11, 2009

Dear John,

Needless to say, we love you dearly John. Before you were born, we thought that Joseph might be the only child God would send us, so your coming into the world was the most joyous of occasions!

One of your outstanding qualities, which out ranks your intelligence and quest for knowledge, your kindness and even disposition, each important in itself, is your prayerfulness. There is no doubt that you will always put your faith first in your life and encourage others to be close to God through your example. Your confirmation will give you all the more strength and grace to maintain this through all of the distraction that will confront you throughout your life.

It is such a joy to take walks with you John, to enjoy your company and conversation, to discuss your school work, and to see the diligence and determination with which you approach your interests and endeavors.

Your piano playing is beautiful, your computer skills amazing and your writing and speaking ability well beyond your age. But beyond this, just you being the boy you are is the greatest gift.

Thank you for the life you have given us, John. We love you more than anything!

Love,

Mom

[See Memorial #79810245 for Anthony's Aunt, Ellen Weiss' family.]

Uncle Bill wrote the following poem in 1970 or 1971, at age 24 or 25:

SUFFER THR CHILDREN

The Lord gave to Moses millennia past
A code which today seems outlandishly crass
Remember the day when consenting adults
Could not kill offspring with physical faults

Imagine the problems posed by the case
Of millions of aged refusing to face
Painless termination in the interest of space
So strong, healthy bodies could produce in their place.

Moribund, sanctimonious men of the past
Believed in innate value of life to the last
Observe the rewards of the bountiful life
A color TV, a car for the wife

If this you desire, you must realize
If failure with pills, you abort, sterilize
Sentimental moralists who sicken at this
Must remember that now there are new idealists

Hansel and Gretel, they're safe in their beds
The witch that deceived them is purportedly dead
But children be wary, take note of the times
The instinct parental is in its decline

Apologists for progress have come to deny
That life is worth living with no share of the pie
At lush cocktail parties our witch reappears
And walks off with children, boozed nobody fears

The people of Sparta, they've finally devised
A way to purge children unwanted alive
From rocky ravines in their sleep they were flung
And the Delphian Sybil an oracle sung:

"Blessed be children unable to take
The grand gift of life for population sake
Love is a gift, love is a life
Love can't be withheld using a knife."

Holden Caulfield, where have you gone?
The witch is out prowling, pursued by the dawn
Your sister, Phoebi, is frightened and cold
Your parents sold her to the witch for some gold

Now they'll be healthy, wealthy and wise
Now they'll have status, all money will buy
Aye, why, in the rye field she cries!
Catch her, hold her, sing lullabies

Suffer the children, Come unto Me
So spoke that fisher of men from the sea
Infants be kissed by the powers that be
But Jesus was strung up, nailed to a tree

Many's the time, many's the place
Wind rustled spirits come in all haste
Given His word, dead infants revere
Their Savior's will that they soon reappear

Knights of Columbus
Council 2002
Havre de Grace Council

10/19 Planning Meeting Minutes – Chaired By GK- Tony Vitelli
Knights Fellowship:
1. Nomination Family of the month:
This Month Nominating the Andrews Family (see below)

The John and Susan Andrews family was awarded the Family of the Month for the Knights of Columbus Council 2002 for September 2011. John and Susan have seven children: Joseph (21), John (16), Jerry (15), Beth (13), Mark (12), Kathleen (11), and Patrick (8). They are active members of the Good Shepherd Parish. Jerry and Mark are alter severs for Good Shepherd. John, Jerry, and Mark are active members of the Bishop Michael Salterelli Squires Circle. Jerry serves as the Bursar and leads the Spiritual committee in the family.

The Andrews family has been active in helping the church youth group. During September 2011, they ran two computer recycling events (September 17th and 24th), raising money for the Youth group to attend the National Catholic Youth Conference. They also helped lead a Youth Group Open Mike night on September 25th. They helped set up and clean up at the Parish picnic on September 18th. In addition, they also helped move furniture in the Good Shepherd school to allow the floors to be repaired. The Andrews family are strongly pro-life, and regular pray outside of an abortion clinic in Wilmington.

While these acts of service are typical of the Andrews family, their most inspiring feature, is their deep Catholic faith. This faith is shown in their regular attendance at Sunday and daily mass, as well as in the strong love they show each other. They are a model family and an inspiration for others.

BROTHER JOSEPH'S DIABETES;
October 4, 2003 Saturday Night

Mother Sue: We got a call that Joseph was in the hospital and had diabetes. He had flu symptoms all week and had been brought to an urgent care center for the second time that week the evening that he was found sleeping at dinner time and it was decided to let him sleep. Several hours later when he hadn't awoken, he was brought to the urgent care center and then rushed to the hospital. He blood sugar was found to be over 1200 (should be 80 to 160). He was in the hospital until Wednesday (ICU first and then a regular room).

This was after his father John had gone to work at Latham Monday morning and because of extensive work didn't get home until Saturday night at around 11 pm, when he went to the Baltimore-Washington airport for us to pick him up since the train didn't run to Perryville. After getting the children to bed, I listened to phone messages and found out about Joseph. John rushed over to the hospital and nearly passed out himself as the doctors were frantically trying endlessly it seemed to get a tube into a constricted vein in dehydrated Joseph's neck for insulin. As Joseph saw John sitting on the floor about to pass out, he told the doctors to forget him and look after his father.

ANTHONY'S UNCLE:
I'm not fond of Peterson. He was recommended by some good friends, and I approached Peterson for that reason with a very open mind. These friends said, Peterson is smart and reasonable, not the kind of conservative we hear from most.

Peterson is very smart, but his anger for "postmodernism" tells me so much more about Peterson than about Derrida or others he blames for the fall of civilization. I get the sense that someone made Peterson feel dumb in his childhood. And it happened again, perhaps at Harvard where literary theory was cutting-edge philosophy at the time Peterson was there. This is total speculation, but Peterson seems threatened. As though all his ideas amounted to little at Harvard. No one was impressed with what Peterson had worked so hard to understand and felt so smart about.

Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, and Peterson's form of structuralism is very well known. I wasn't the most intense at all, but I remember being very much of the same mind as Peterson when first in college reading about Carl Jung. I was amazed and excited. There's something mystical about Jung's collective unconscious, and it's described in scientific and rational proofs. So it seems somehow both spiritual and scientific. My problem with it is that it doesn't admit that it requires a leap of faith early on, and leads to an understanding of authority and tradition that is completely conservative: There is a (good) reason why those in power are where they are; there's good reason for men being those with power.... It's a kind of manifest destiny of the mind. My other problem with Peterson is that he's not that different from Ayn Rand, though she says she's an atheist and notwithstanding that he won't own that he's a Christian, Rand and Peterson have much the same world view. Finally, Peterson's stance on the gender language bill is what it is. It's a stand against political correctness (which I kind of appreciate), but more to his point of popularity it's a stand against non-traditional, non-conservative identities. Fine enough for Peterson personally, I suppose. But Peterson seems to have found the respect and awe he wants, and doesn't get in the academy, from Proud Boys, the women want that kind of male, the Alt-right racist and fascists. I've only heard Peterson once deliver anything but silence on Trump and fascism. It was mild, but it was a rebuke. That's something, but I had to look long and hard to find that bit of awareness.

I heard something over the weekend that made me think back to Peterson: Spirituality is water. Religion is the tea. You can live without tea, but not without water. I think Peterson thinks you can't live without tea. He finds genius in the fact that tea is made of earth, leaves, roots. It's ancient and goes back to the beginning of civilization. It's metaphorically incredibly rich and meaningful. That's the way Peterson talks about the Bible, that its deep structure and its metaphors are archetypal, ur-metaphors. No doubt about it, Peterson is brilliant at finding connections and meanings and wholes, where most scholars (even biblical scholars) find only parts. But Joseph Campbell did most of that 50 years ago, right. I'm not at all an expert or as smart as Campbell or Peterson, but I don't have to be to know it's not for me. For appreciation of the old testament (and I do) I prefer Amy Jill Levine. Bart Ehrman and Elaine Pagels on new testament scripture are brilliant researchers, scholars, writers, and seem much less ego driven in both love and understanding of scripture. Without hiding behind scholarship or hiding their faith, their questions seem less self-invested. They don't leave as many things unquestioned by building elaborate (if brilliant) scaffoldings that Peterson builds. Essentially, Peterson suggests his deep understanding is deep structure. All his talk about lobsters aside, he all but says the structure (and his understanding) is built by God.

My sense of god comes elsewhere, in our questioning, in our humility, anD our ability to love. I sent this to Bill a while ago, maybe you'll appreciate: I'll end with a thought/quote that means a lot to me. But I'll also say that Peterson's way of thinking and the way he insists that his is THE way of seeing, is the way my sisters and their religion seems to see things. You too, John, in the way you describe poor people being lazy or cynical and black reverse prejudice being the problem, seem to blame those with least control and power for their frustrations and anger. With my sisters, it's a way that makes greed (taking the farm for their children, for instance) okay because they are more "spiritual" than most including us. It's this thinking that let's _______ think climate change is fake or part of God's plan, because He's in charge; it's the same hubris that allows the Catholic church and Catholic priests to institutionalize sexual abuse and blame it on homosexuality and priests driven by the devil infiltrating and testing The Church. Ultimately, I think there is the potential for great evil in what Peterson, my sisters, and the Catholic church cannot or will not question: ourselves our religion, our violence, our control and our power, denying responsibility for all we've taken. Rather than looking at what they have their hands in, where they've placed their souls (a corrupt and cynical institution), they blame the devil. The "devil" is a literal being in their theology, but in the practical and political and every-day world, they turn the devil into anyone who doesn't see things the way they do.

"If we are part of nature, then we are synonymous with it at the metaphysical level, every bit as much as the first all-but-inorganic animalcules that ever formed a chain of themselves in the blow hole of a primordial sea vent. There is no magic rod that comes down three hundred thousand years ago and divides our essence from the material world that produced us. This means that we cannot speak in essential terms of nature—neither of its brutality nor of its beauty—and hope to say anything true, if what we say isn't true of ourselves.

The importance of that proposition becomes clear only when it's reversed: What's true of us is true of nature. If we are conscious, as our species seems to have become, then nature is conscious. Nature became conscious in us, perhaps in order to observe itself. It may be holding us out and turning us around like a crab does its eyeball. Whatever the reason, that thing out there, with the black holes and the nebulae and whatnot, is conscious. One cannot look in the mirror and rationally deny this. It experiences love and desire, or thinks it does. The idea is enough to render the Judeo-Christian cosmos sort of quaint. As far as Rafinesque was concerned, it was just hard science. That part is mysterious. "She lives her life not as men or birds," said Rafinesque, "but as a world."

John Jeremiah Sullivan on Rafinesque

From: Andrews, John (DC)
Sent: Wednesday, December 05, 2018 9:20 AM
Subject: Peterson

Thank you very much for this _____. I understand how you feel; however, I think Peterson's positions generate a lot of thought that most people are not accustomed to. I think Sue has found Peterson to be a little tiresome now and there are things he says that I don't agree with and they seem to diverge from, and maybe even contradict, other things he has said. But I like how his dialogue and thoughts puzzle and seem to provoke serious thought in intellectuals on panels with him. You can almost see the "wheels churning" by the expressions on their faces. I think anything that encourages thought about an alien perspective is good and can bolster or challenge previous principals held. As far as his childhood, he says that his father taught him to read when he was two years old and is very grateful to his father for this. Although his father was very strict and could be demanding, he taught Peterson that he could accomplish anything he desired, so I don't think he now suffers from intellectual insecurity emanating from his childhood. He does seem to be pained, but I don't sense a narcissism in him in intellectual pursuits and his defensiveness coming from this, but rather from the enormous attacks from some who question his intellectual honesty. He says he considers himself a Christian (possibly as the result of tradition and the culture he grew up in), but he says he has no definitive proof that there is a God. He also says he considers himself liberal rather than conservative and is surprised that people find this questionable. I don't think his ideas stem from a conscious agenda, but rather he appears to have an unusually determined search for knowledge and truth that collides with political policies he feels are misguidedly proffered as compassionate. He has discussed Trump, although briefly, pegging him pretty well I think, and he has discussed fascism, socialism and Maoism pretty extensively, showing that each derive from the identity ideology that has, at times under the guise of compassion, led to unbelievable human devastation historically.

I am really happy that Bill wants to resume the "Arrowhead Field" and I hope when you meet this weekend, he can record many of your unbelievable reflections and thoughts. I have never meet anyone who expresses himself like you, and you rival even Bill's enormous thought process and elegance. I love and respect both of you very much and pray so hard for dear Bill now.

ANTHONY'S BROTHER (from his college script writing professor):
Subject: well done, John!
To: John Andrews

Hi John,

I want to congratulate you on all your outstanding work this term. I just read your last assignments, and I'm pleased with what you have discovered.

Specifically, you make the point in your last journal that the real meaning of Field's plot points may vary among viewers--according to their own emotional response to the film at the time they see it.

I found myself proving your hypothesis to be true to myself as a viewer---in particular--with watching Butch for about the tenth time. Now, when I watch it, the plot point one hits right when Etta appears. And plot point two appears exactly when she tells Butch and Sundance that she is leaving. Now this does not match the common view that plot point one occurs at the cliff, when the outlaws dive into the river. But because Etta is the only real female presence in the film and because she is so magnetic on screen, I have to explain the film to myself in terms of her screen presence--both as an uplift as well as a prediction of the outlaws' demise.

I think you have discovered a key to watching movies that I am only starting to understand. That is, the plot points are wildly subjective, but they are nonetheless true for each viewer who takes the time to question the meaning of structure in any film that he or she watches.

I want to thank you again for your 110 per cent effort in a class where I saw much less effort among your peers. Rest assured that you have earned an A. But also please know that I am available any time you need a recommendation letter for a scholarship, job, or admission to a top tier school. I have not made that blanket endorsement to anyone else this term in any class. You're the best of the best, John. Please keep in touch and let me know if I can help you at any time in the future, even if it's many years from now.

Good luck and take care,
Cheers,

A few years later after owning their own cars, their Uncle Ted gave them his car for a trip back to Tennessee after summer vacation in Detroit. Betty sold her wedding and engagement rings to purchase school books for her children, Bill and John, who were starting first grade at St. Catherine's School in Columbia, Tennessee. William L. Andrews did not work the first year the family was on the farm, and had been unable to work after leaving Atlanta some time earlier. The family did not have regular meals and were nurished primarily by milk fresh (warm, with thick cream on the top that their mother stirred into it with a raw eggs each morning before school and then taking a jug of milk to school everyday as their only lunch food with Chairs March, a year older that John, cleaning the jug every day for them on his own) from the cows on the farm, honey toast and popcorn. The children never lacked nurishment and they, especially John, loved the farm life they were lucky enough to live. John recalls arriving at the farm just after dark in August 1954 and all of the children going from shed to shed surrounding the house, looking at the chickens in the chicken coups, etc. It was so exciting. The next morning, the children got up early and went first to the "Island Field" where they saw fifty or more sheep grazing. John loved farming more than the rest and, athough his mother did not want the children's childhood spoiled by having to toil on the farm, he would periodically get up at 4:00 in the morning when he saw Sally and Milton's kerosine lamp go on before they had electricity and help Milton and Harvey milk. John also loved to plant a garden each year, plow and mow the fields. The children had to leave for school between 5:00 and 6:00 in the morning since there were no paved roads between Lewisburg and Columbia. For a period Bill and John rode into Columbia with Bit Hardison in his van while he picked up eggs at farms along the way. John can remember throwing-up frequently in the mornings at one particular spot in the road just before getting into Columbia. Their first year on the farm, their father would wait in Columbia until the boys, who were in first grade together, got out of school and then drive them home. When the boys started second grade and Joan and Susan first grade, their father began teaching at Santa Fe School, 13 or so miles north of Columbia. When John was seven, he woke up after about an hour of sleep in the early fall of the year unable to to control his crying after he had strong feelings about being all alone someday without his parents and family. His mother took him out into the front lawn, joined by his father, and they sat with him attempting to give him solice. In the early 1950s when the family attended Mass at a vacant drive-in theater building on the Nashville highway in Lewisburg, Betty wanted to donate a piece of land at the corner of the farm to the church so that the new Catholic Church could be built there, but her husband's family was opposed to that. Betty, always very energetic, was constantly attempting to improve the farm house, most of the time to her husband's dismay. She tore one set of walls out of the hallway leading to the bathroom between the kitchen and the bedrooms. She built new closets between the girls and boys bedrooms and put holes in the shape of crosses in the back walls of each closet for the evening Rosaries. (She would sit in the closet on alternate nights in one bedroom and then the next night in the other saying the Rosary with the children. Their father, not being a Catholic, did not join them.) She moved all of the out-buildings, such as the chicken coup which Uncle Bascum had built years earlier, the tool shed and the log cabin, away from the house. Betty's primary concern in life was instilling a strong faith and love of God in her children, teaching them kindness toward others, even those who might have harmed them, teaching them never to touch a drop of alcohol and the importance of purity even to the point of giving up life rather than being impure. The children's education was also very important to her. In first grade she would sit with them going over their reading lessons. She constantly corrected their spoken English and drilled them in geography and other subjects. During the summers she would work with the children on their studies so they could either catch up or get ahead. When with boys were studying to be alter-boys in second grade, she drilled them night after night in their Latin. When the children were in Belfast Elementary School she had each of them take piano lessons and made sure they practiced an hour each day. Bill, Joan and Susan took lessons for a year and John for two years. When John started high school, he and Bill (who had spent his first year of high school at Marshall County High School) enrolled at Father Ryan High School in Nashville. They lived at a boarding house, Blair House, in Nashville near St. Thomas Hospital the first semester and first half of the second semister, which was just a few blocks from Father Ryan. This was very difficult. The boys recall having a 25 cent tuna sandwich for lunch each day and 5 cent Crystal hamburgers for dinner. Their Aunt Sara visited them at the boarding house early the second semester and brought bananas. (John recalls them gobbling them up they were so hungry.) Then by Spring their grandmother and Aunt Sara allowed the boys to stay at their house at 4110 Lealand Lane in Nashville. John recalls telling his mother that he would prefer not going to Father Ryan that next year, but he changed his mind later. He recalls going out into the woods on the farm on Sunday afternoons before returning to Nashville with Louise Gillespie and sitting in a tree to ponder and soak up the farm before leaving. The next school year, Betty and all of the children except Joan moved to the house Betty's mother had given her at 1003 Tyne Boulevand in Nashville. Joan elected to stay with her father in Lewisburg while he continued teaching at Belfast. Then the following year, Betty's husband left the farm and his job in Belfast and moved to Nashville with the rest of the family. The first year he renewed his teaching credentials by taking courses at Peabody College and then began teaching at Lipcomb School on Concord Road in Brentwood. When John bought the farm in Williamson County in 1972 with a partial loan from his mother from the proceeds from the sale of the Tyne house, her husband retired from teaching at age 52 and the family moved back to the Lewisburg farm. After not having worked as a nurse for twenty or so years, Betty then returned to nursing, initially working at nursing homes and then at Lewisburg Community Hospital on Ellington Parkway near the farm.

Her husband, William L. Andrews, Jr., loved the farm as did she and the children. He spent every summer on that farm with his cousin Paul Harris after his father had died in 1925, when he was 8. Because of his love of the farm, he did not want the children to grow too attached to Nashville by going to social activities at school, etc. during their high school years. During the years they lived in Nashville, the children loved spending every weekend and every summer on the farm.

Elizabeth's son John: "My mother is a very strong and fervent Catholic and was dominant in the home. She instilled very strong morals and values in her children, made enormous sacrifices for them and attempted to protect them from harmful influences. These influences included those coming from my father who had a love of philosophy and whose philosophical ideas were adverse to those of my mother. She feared that my father's ideas would draw the children away from the Catholic faith.
My father was brought up in the Methodist faith and found it lacking. At the time my parents met during World War II, he was not practicing any faith. He appeared to be a deist with a very strong love of God. My father is very kind and loving, yet because his father died when he was only 8 and his mother and sister, who was 8 years his senior, were very domineering, he is a reserved person. He has extremely high morals and intelligence, and I feel very close to him as I do my mother. Because of my father's beliefs and the interference of his mother and sister in the life of our family, my mother left my father for three years when I was between the ages of 3 and 6 years. When they reunited, there continued to be difficulty over religion despite my father going to Mass with us each and every Sunday. The difficulty, however, was very tame compared to that before their separation. The friction dissipated completely when my father became a Catholic to our surprise within a few years after I graduated from college.
My brothers and sisters and I were very close throughout childhood and are close today. My brother Bill and I were almost inseparable growing up and through college and I introduced him to his wife. He volunteered to serve in Viet Nam to prevent me from having to serve upon finding that I had orders. I have from early childhood admired, and been in awe of, my sister Joan's unwavering convictions, self sacrifice, kindness and strength of character. My sister Susan and I had a few difficulties during childhood and later in adulthood. The childhood difficulties resulted because I thought Susan was too pretty and feminine, and, as a child, I wanted Susan to be a tom-boy. The later difficulty came because I disapproved of some of those Susan dated and because I did not give Susan enough credit for having the ability to make the right decisions in life. Susan and I are very close today, and I love her very much as I do my sister Miriam and my brother David."