Birth date: Apr 6, 1947 Death date: Dec 23, 2020
Donna Gail (Cain) Lambert 73 Bridgeport, Alabama Donna Gail (Cain) Lambert, 73, of Bridgeport, Alabama, passed away Wednesday, December 23, 2020, at Cumberland Health & Rehab in said city. Donna was born April 6, 1947 in Provide Read Obituary
We have know of the Lambert family years and remember well the days of James on the radio. The family has always actively supported the Bridgeport community. We cannot be with you today but we pray for God's comfort and balding o you all. May Donna rest in peace!
Donna was 5 years older than me. With 8 kids in our family and being right in the middle of the 8 - and living in a medium size home of about 1,500 SF in Bridgeport. We shared a room with 2 younger brothers in a house so filled with furniture from yard sales that you could barely walk thru it.
One of my favorite memories was making secret fudge in the middle of the night. She would have been around 12 and I was around 7. We both got out of bed leaving Randy and Jerry sleeping - and went to the kitchen at the back of the house and decided we wanted fudge. It probably was only around 11 pm -- but our dad and mom were up at 4 am every morning so we had to go to bed early - but it seemed like the middle of then night to me.
We were very very quiet and giggled the whole time thinking we were pulling off a great heist while our mom was fast asleep in the front bedroom very far away. I don't remember if it was good fudge or bad fudge - anything sweet was a treat back then - but the problem was we could not leave any "evidence" - so what else to do but to eat it all in one sitting...... all the while thinking our secret was secure. We ate the whole plate and washed the boiler and made sure we did not tell anyone - especially Mom - who would have frowned on this mis-adventure.
Years later - we told her about it and we have forgotten that Mom had a keen sense of smell - to a fault. She laughed and said she knew about it the whole time since she smelled it cooking - but allowed us our fun - and a wonderful lifelong earliest memory of sneaking around at midnight and doing something we were definitely NOT supposed to be doing !
The other favorite memory was going to Uncle Dody and Aunt Gen's house. They lived in Owensboro KY and visiting them was always one of our most favorite joys. They lived with our Grandmother in a tiny 2 bedroom house with only 4 rooms. It was maybe 500 sf with a tiny back yard fully fenced in with a 6 foot wood fence. The whole back yard was only about 30'x50'. This was a rented "row" house - totally gone now and made into apartments - but my best memories are in that old long gone house.
Uncle Dody had 2 trained black crows - KAYO and BIMBO - who had a great vocabulary of phrases - some of which today would get you into trouble. There was even a news article in the paper about the "Talking Crows" the Dody loved. They lived in a shed in the tiny back yard. He had clipped their wings so they only could jump to a low limb in the only small tree in the middle of the back yard. I think it was a fruit tree -may be apple or pear. But the ONLY tree.
Donna and I were in the back yard playing. I could not have been but about 4 and she 9. The crows were always present but safely tucked into their cages at the back of the yard -UNTIL THEY WERE NOT !! The crows escaped their prison cages and started chasing Donna and me round and around and around that one tiny tree - we both were screaming and laughing and terrified at being chased by these very large, over weight, black flightless and scary CROWS - who were hollering "HELLO BIMBO" - "HELLO KAYO" the whole time they nipped at our heals. I finally made it to the small back porch trying to get into the house - and look back and saw Donna still running at top speed around the tree being chased by the black menaces. I still to this day ( age 68 now ) remember the terrified look on her face and finally being rescued by Uncle Dody !!
I have missed my older sister now for over 8 years from her stroke that took her from us. I would visit the nursing home and just hold her hand and talk about old memories and try to get a response. I am thankful for the many good memories with her. As long was we hold our memories of her at her best - mischievous, bossy, loving, headstrong to a fault, and most of all - the epitome of compassion for others - she will be with us for a long time to come. Love you Sis, Garry
