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My mother believed in signs. She loved bright red cardinals. They were a sign sent just for her that everything would be alright. She told me her cardinal stories. I didn’t poo poo her idea. Whatever gives someone solace when they’re worried is alright by me.
Now, whenever I see a bright red cardinal I think of my mother.
I realize that there are a few pairs of cardinals living in the woods behind my house. But, they’re pretty elusive.
I was just sitting on the back deck. I’ve been writing a story in my head all day long. But, I thought a better use of my time this evening would be cutting the lawn. I planned on putting on long pants and getting on my tractor.
Then a red cardinal perched on the railing and stared me down for two minutes before flitting off to check out the pool.
I guess I’ll write the story. The grass can wait.
When my mother decides she wants something done…………I do it.
I’ve been in writing mode for many months now. I didn’t listen to the begging of my husband for decades. He’d bring up writing at dinner and he’d just piss me off.
“I will write when I’m ready.” I’d say as I cleared his dish from the table before he’d finished eating.
Like a runner………….my day is off if I don’t write now. I am a thinking person so I suppose I’ll never run out of things to write about.
I feel closer to my parents when I write about them. They were pretty private people so they might be shaking their fists at me if they could actually read this stuff. They might say “Did I really say that? Did I really do that? Oh, my goodness. You were actually listening.”
One memory leads to another. A photo in an album makes me remember. I don’t rewrite history. I remember it the way I remember it.
I wrote a story in remembrance of my father for Father’s Day. I hunted down an old photo of me and Daddy together. That photo was next to another in the album. Well, there’s another story.
It was a photo of me standing on a deck with my brothers. They’re holding strings of fish. I’m not. I have a horrible moody puss on my face. I wear a white life preserver around my neck on dry land. I’m not happy. That vacation came banging back into my memory banks.
My parents spent all their summer vacations at rental camps on Lake Champlain. When I was about 14 they bought a camp in that spot for themselves. But, I do remember one summer where their usual routine deviated.
I’m thinking my father was missing his roots. He spent every spare dollar and vacation moment he had getting my mother together with her kin up in Vermont. One year he went another way.
He rented a small lake side camp in Northern Maine the summer I was six years old. The spot of his childhood. Close to his sisters. We packed up the station wagon with sheets and towels and clothing. We prepared for the long drive to Maine.
Mom wasn’t thrilled. But, fair is fair. She would pace herself and try to pretend to have a good time. Little kids know these things. My father knew it too. He pretended she was ecstatic at his plan.
The day before the station wagon headed towards Maine I woke up with a horrible ear ache. My father took me to the doctor.
He made a big mistake on the drive to the doctor’s office. I was six years old and terrified of needles.
“So, I talked to the nurse on the phone. She said you probably need an antibiotic. Since we’re going on vacation the best way to get rid of this ear ache is to give you a shot. Or else you’ll have to take pills every day. You won’t be able to go swimming.” he said as if he was talking to a normal person that could stand a needle jabbed into their skin.
I started to wail.
He pulled up into the doctor’s parking lot. I wouldn’t move from the front seat. He eventually had to lean in and grab me by my shirt. He slid me across the shiny faux leather seat and glided me out. I let my legs go limp. Daddy had to pick me up off of the pavement and sling me over his shoulder to get me into the building.
The doctor saw me first. Not because I was the earliest appointment. But, because I was the one in the waiting room having a very vocal melt down.
Doctor Stroud was stern with me. “Stop it. Stop that howling now. Let me look in your ear.” he said.
He put a cold instrument in my ear and I tried to kick him. He grabbed my sneaker and said “None of that. I brought you into this world, little girl. I’m the one that slapped your bottom the minute you were born. I’m willing to slap you a good one right now.”
I tried to get my sobbing under control. By this time I noticed the more I cried the more my ear throbbed. Ah, the eyes and nose seem to be connected to the ear bone.
“You have an ear infection. You got water in your ear when you were swimming in the pool. One little jab with a needle and you’ll be all set. Nip this in the bud. You can go swimming on your vacation.” he said with a sickly smile.
I screeched. I jumped onto my father like a monkey onto a tree.
“Or……………you can take pills all week. You won’t be able to go in the water. You won’t be able to swim, or snorkel or water ski.” said the doctor.
Where did he think we were going? Bermuda?
“I want the pills.” I said.
“Ralph!” exclaimed the doctor. “This is ridiculous. Let me give her the shot and she’ll be all set.”
“No, Little Girl says no needles. Just write the prescription for the pills. I’m tired of holding her down while you stick needles in her. If just once you had a nurse do it instead of me? This might have a different ending.” my father said.
Doctor was not pleased with either of us.
It didn’t matter. We got to Maine. The cottage had a deck that was right over the lake. A cold cold lake. Put a toe into that water? It would turn blue and fall off within two minutes. Daddy had forgotten what Northern Maine was like in the month of June.
Me and my ear full of water and cotton couldn’t go swimming because of bacteria. My brothers couldn’t go swimming because of the ice cubes floating in the water.
Daddy took us out in the rowboat. We each had a fishing pole with a bobber on it. My brother’s bobbers kept getting pulled under the water. They each ended up with a string of fish. My bobber never bobbed.
Daddy took photos of us kids on the deck. The boys were photographed proudly holding the fish they had caught all by themselves for dinner. I wanted a photo of me holding the fish. Daddy said no. I could be in the photos but I hadn’t caught any fish. No trophy fish pictures for me. Life is so unfair.
My mother gutted and cleaned fish. She rolled them in egg and flour. She fried them. She was so so happy. Not.
The next day we all jumped into the station wagon. We visited Daddy’s oldest sister at her camp on another lake. Her lake seemed to have more sun than ours. She didn’t have ice floating in her water.
Her grown up son was there. I had never met a Maine cousin before. He had a blonde crew cut and black glasses. He looked like one of the Beach Boys.
He had something called a ski-do. It was like a snow mobile except it went on water. He gave everyone a ride. My father and brothers sat behind him one at a time and went around the lake.
It was my turn. My father handed me down like I was precious cargo. On Daddy’s side of the family there were ten boy cousins and me. I was the only little girl. So, I was treated like precious cargo.
I was seated in front of my cousin. I turned around and introduced my six year old self.
He put his head back and laughed and told me that he knew who I was.
“Well, maybe you don’t realize that I have a bad ear. It’s full of cotton. I take pills for an earache because I wouldn’t let the doctor stick a needle in me. This seems to be a huge problem even though my ear doesn’t hurt anymore. I have to warn you that I may not get my ear wet.” I said as I snuggled back into my grown up cousin. What’s his name.
He put his arm around me and whispered into my good ear that he hated needles too. He promised not to get my ear wet. He took me for an exciting ride around that lake.
He handed me up to my father on the dock after our turn around the lake.
I proposed marriage. My cousin winked at me and laughed with glee. Then he docked his ski-do. I never did get an answer to my proposal. I am thinking handsome blonde men with crew cuts are not attracted to girls with cotton sticking out of their ear.
Oh, well. Worth a try.
The next day was rainy. We spent it all heaped on my parent’s bed watching re runs of The Andy Griffith show at our little camp. We ate hot dogs and beans. The kids were happy. My mother may have looked a little aggravated by this point.
The next day was sunny and clear. We got in the car and toured potato fields where Daddy had grown up. He told us how he had worked in these fields as a boy. He said he had slept in a potato barrel when he was a baby. He had been dragged up and down the fields in the shade of a barrel on it’s side. He slept while his mother worked taking care of the plants.
I tried to picture my Daddy small enough to fit into a barrel.
We found the foundation of his parent’s farm house. That’s all that was left of it. That and the huge lilac bushes that had grown in the yard. The fields were reclaiming the plot of land where his house had stood.
I asked him if it made him sad. Was he sad that his little boy house was all gone.
He thanked me for asking. He said that no, he wasn’t sad. His home was where ever Mommy and his children were. His home was in Connecticut now.
The next day we were off to Brewer to visit his little sister. She was of course all grown up with big children of her own. She sent us off to the Brewer Fair. The kids were happy about that. My mother did a little grumbling. I don’t think she was a fan of carnival rides and fried dough.
Mom took the boys on a Spider Ride. I thought it looked pretty exciting. I was told that I couldn’t go on rides that spun around. I was known as a puker.
So, Daddy asked if I’d like to go on the Ferris Wheel. He said we’d be able to see all of Brewer from up there. He thought I’d like it. I looked up and saw the hugest Ferris Wheel ever built. It wasn’t my little girl imagination. It was huge.
I said okay. Why not? I’d been on Ferris Wheels before. They didn’t upset my stomach. I wasn’t a fan of heights but they went around quickly enough. By the time you’re thinking this is a little high for my liking …………you’re near the bottom again.
Well. Yeah. Right.
Daddy and I got on the ride. It was stories high. It went around about twice. I closed my eyes at the top the second time around. It was frighteningly high. On the third time around the ride slowed and we stopped right at the top.
The car we were in swung to and fro for a moment and then came to a stand still. Daddy bent at the waist to take a look way way down to the ground. I shut my eyes and yelped.
“Why aren’t we moving, Daddy. I don’t like this at all.” I said in a tiny little voice.
“I’m not sure, Little Girl. There is some kind of problem. We’ll move in a minute. Nothing to be afraid of.” he said
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes.” he answered.
“You know how I’m afraid of needles? Well………………I’m ten times more afraid of being up high. My heart feels funny. I can’t feel my hands. This is not fun. I want to go down.” I said in a rush.
Daddy knew he had a real problem on his hands.
“Now, Little Girl. We’ll sit perfectly still. We won’t rock back and forth. We’re perfectly safe as long as we sit still. This bar in front of us keeps us in our seat.” he said in a calm voice.
I opened my eyes and stared at the bar. I knew perfectly well that I was so little I could slide out from under that bar. It didn’t hug my body like it did Daddy’s. He looked at the bar and knew exactly what I was thinking.
He tried to dissuade me from fear.
“Well, look! Way over there.” he said as he pointed off to the right. The ferris wheel seat wiggled along with his arm. I squealed. My hands held on to the bar so tightly my knuckles were white.
“If you look over there you can see Auntie’s house. Let’s see if we can find it. It’s on a corner. It’s white and square. It has lots and lots of beautiful flowers planted in the yard. I bet we can figure out which house is hers.” my father said.
He was trying to take my mind off of my terror. He could tell my breathing was funny. He was very high up in the air with a terrified little girl. He knew that bar offered me no protection if I decided to go bug shit and move around.
I opened my eyes into slits. I tried to follow my father’s finger to the direction of my Auntie’s little white house with the flowers. Her nice safe house that sits on the ground and not high up in the air. I knew he was trying to keep me calm.
The only reason I didn’t go crying crazy up there……………was because I knew I would freak my father out.
The sun was beating onto the left side of my face. My skin felt tingling. I was getting a sun burn. That’s how long we’d been up there.
“Daddy. I know I’m a little girl. I know I don’t understand time very well. But, we’ve been up here a long time now. It’s not because I’m scared. It’s been a long time hasn’t it? My face on this side is starting to burn.” I said to him.
“We’ve been up here for about twenty minutes, Little Girl. That is less than half an hour. When you watch Lassie on TV …………that is a half an hour. You don’t need to look down. But, there is a medical problem down there. There are two ambulances. Someone on this Ferris Wheel is very, very sick. That is why it has stopped. The doctors are helping them right now. As soon as the ambulances go away the Ferris Wheel will move and take us to the bottom so we can get off. “explained Daddy.
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes.” Daddy answered.
“Doesn’t it scare you being so high up in the air?” I asked. My heart beat was almost normal. I suppose a human being can get used to just about anything. We are adaptable. Even your biggest fear can be handled if you have your Daddy right along side of you.
“Do you like being so way up high?” I asked.
“Yes, I like it a lot. Heights don’t bother me. I liked to climb trees when I was a little boy to see how high I could get. I was a Marine. I liked to fly air planes. I liked being even higher than this. You hold on to that bar and you’ll be just fine. My arm is around you. I won’t let you fall. ” he explained.
A voice came over a loud speaker.
“Testing One Two Three. Hey, folks on the Ferris Wheel. We’re sorry for any inconvenience. We’ve had a medical problem. We’re five minutes away from getting you down from there. Please, be patient. Almost there.” said a man’s voice.
“You’re being very brave, Little Girl. I know you don’t like heights. Look at you! You even have your eyes open now!” said my Daddy.
“I can be brave only because you’re sitting next to me.” I admitted as the Ferris Wheel lurched forward. It was beginning to let people off one chair at a time.
“Well, I’ll always be next to you ,Little Girl.” he said.
“Even when I’m all grown up?” I asked.
“Even then. You just have to stop in for a visit or pick up a phone, Little Girl. Being a Daddy is a forever job.” said my Daddy.
“But, someday you’ll be very old and go away. I’ll be here. Without you. What about then, Daddy?” I asked as we were almost to the landing.
“Even then. I’m your Daddy forever. You call my name out loud. I will always hear you.” explained Daddy.
That’s about the moment when my ear opened up. I heard a noise like a small ocean. The cotton in my ear became soaked and water ran down the side of my face. The warmth of the sun beating on my ear along with the penicillin had finally worked.
We reached the bottom. Two men opened the bar to let us off of the ride.
Daddy hopped off and I stayed put. One of the men went to help me off of the seat.
Daddy waved him away.
I started to cry. The thought of this world without my Daddy in it was too much for me. My ear was running down my face. My legs weren’t working.
I pulled the cotton from my ear. Daddy noticed my wet face. He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and mopped up my face. He held out his arms and I climbed up onto him.
“You’re a mess, Little Girl. I bet you’ll never forget this ride on the Ferris Wheel” he whispered in my ear that now worked just fine.
“I’ll remember it forever and ever.”I replied as he carried me towards my mother and my brothers.
“Because you were so afraid?” he asked tentatively.
“No, because you were sitting next to me.” I replied.