Archive | August 2023

Wandering Star

Aug30

A cluster of bright orange leaves still clung to a tree alongside the road. Colorful fallen leaves driven by a brisk October breeze swirled across the road. I loved autumn. As I drove I happily thought about the colorful decorations I wanted to put up in my new two bedroom 12’ by 52’ Shult mobile home, and about making special holiday meals and treats for my new husband.

Arnie and I married early in the spring of 1970. Now, months later, with a baby on the way, I still felt surprised by my sudden catapult into adulthood. I was happy with these changes in my life, and I loved my husband, a broad shouldered, handsome, dark-haired man. The car I was driving home from my 20-week obstetrical clinic visit was the navy, 1966 Chevrolet Impala Arnie owned when we first met. Like him, it was good-looking.

A popular song I liked began to play on the car radio, so I turned up the volume. Actor Lee Marvin’s deep, raspy voice tunefully drawled, “I was born under a wandering star.” This song was unusual and had an appealing, but melancholic tone which fascinated me. “Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry. Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to…which with any luck will never come true.”

Just as Lee Marvin sang the words, “Do you know where hell is? Hell is in hello.” I hit a pothole in the road and the car jarred violently. The car instantly shut down: the radio, heater fan, motor and lights were all gone. There was no coasting to the side of the road: the car was dead in the center of the city street. This had happened a few nights previously when I was with Arnie. He had looked under the hood where he found the wire on the battery connection had popped off and made the fix look easy.

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Growing With the Times

Aug23

I pulled the refrigerator door open and looked for possible snacks. Mom, energetically kneading a large ball of bread dough at the kitchen counter, asked without pausing, “What are you looking for?”

Reaching for a plastic-covered metal bowl on the middle shelf, I announced, “I want the leftover chocolate tapioca pudding.”

Still kneading, Mom protested, “I thought that could be dessert with our next meal.”

Looking at the contents of the bowl, I said doubtfully, “It doesn’t look like there’s enough for everybody.”

Mom rapidly cut and rolled small balls of dough for buns as she answered, “Someone must have snacked on the pudding last night after supper. Go ahead then, eat the rest of it.”

With the bowl in one hand, I slammed the refrigerator door shut. Until now, I thought that the round-shouldered refrigerator was large. Suddenly, I realized that I had grown taller than it. Dropping down onto a red vinyl and chrome chair at our kitchen table, I commented with mixed emotions, “Mom, I’m getting really tall.”

Turning away from the pans of raising buns, Mom said, “You’ve grown like a weed the last few months. Ever since you started fifth grade. I’ve been sewing new school dresses for you every week, trying to keep up.”

Putting down a spoonful of pudding, I worriedly questioned, “Is that normal? How tall am I going to get?”

Mom reassured me that I’d grow as tall as the other girls in the family. Daddy walked into the kitchen then, and announced, “I’m going into town to grind oats for cow feed. Do you need me to get you anything?”

“Yes,” Mom said, “Bring meat home from the locker. I want a roast and two packages of hamburger.” Daddy nodded agreeably as he turned to leave.

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Garden Bingo

Aug16

The sun came out as soon as the rain stopped falling. I slipped out of the back door of the house and took a deep breath. The air felt fresh and clean. A full color rainbow stretched across the sky from one horizon to the other. Droplets of water glistened on blades of grass and tree leaves. Rivulets of water dripped off the hoop building garden, and garage.

The heat earlier in the afternoon had made me stay inside the house. Now, all I wanted was to walk through the yard, despite how wet my feet would get. I wanted to see how the flower beds and garden were doing. Slipping on an old pair of shoes, I stepped off the back deck. The wet grass felt deliciously cool. As I crossed the lawn, I mused, “Gardening is like playing bingo. Getting all my flowerbeds and the garden weeded at the same time is like getting five chips in a row, thus winning the game.”

I checked the front of the garden first. Seeing the freshly weeded first row of plants made me smile. It looked nice and well cared for. That was one chip.

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New Life

Aug9

I tossed my car keys onto the kitchen counter and announced, “While I was in town today, I bought a new tree for us to plant in the yard.”

My husband Arnie was leaning against the sink eating a summer sausage and cheese sandwich. He asked, surprised, “Why would you do that? We have more than enough trees in and around our yard.”

My husband was right, there were a lot of trees around our house. To the west, we had seven trees along the road. To the north ran an entire row of pine trees. On the east side of the property stood a small forest of white pine trees which had been planted by Arnie and my brother in 1981. On the south side ran the Little Eau Pleine River. Its banks are lined with oak trees, box elder and sumac. Most of the trees around our house are pine, except for a flowering crabapple, a white birch, and a mountain ash which were planted close to the house a long time ago.

Standing next to Arnie, I looked out the kitchen window and explained, “Ever since you made a second driveway to our yard, the small field south of the house has been turned into a lawn. It looks empty. I want the new maple tree planted there, right in the center.”

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Lavender Dreams

Aug2

I wrapped my arms around my daughter and complained, “Your visits go by so fast! I wish you could stay longer.” After spending a wonderful weekend together, it was time for Tammie to return to her home. Her car was packed and ready to go.  

Tammie assured me, “I’m coming home again in four weeks, and we’ll visit the New Life Lavender Farm in Baraboo. That’s something nice to look forward to, isn’t it? I’ll call Niki to see if she and the kids would like to come with us. It’ll be an educational field trip.”

Waving goodbye as my daughter drove out of the yard, I smiled. Tammie liked to cheer me up by turning my thoughts to activities we would do during her next visit. I thought, “I’m so lucky to have such a thoughtful daughter.”

Lavender plants do well in my garden and some years I even get them to survive winter. But my sweet-scented lavender plants with their small, demure blossoms do not get used to their full potential. I like how they look, but don’t have a clue how to use them other than displayed in a vase.

Four weeks later Tammie was home for another visit. She said, “We need to get to the farm by eleven in the morning on Friday if we want to ride a hay wagon around the lavender fields.” That morning we packed lunch in an icebox. There were eight of us in Niki’s van including my sister, Agnes. We arrived at the farm 15 minutes before the tour, enough time for us to scope out the gift shop where we found a surprising number of lavender-themed products to buy, foods to eat and drink.

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