Yesterday I awoke with this very same idea being as my wife and I live
here 'in the middle of nowhere' away from all the rest of our immediate
family; the threat of contacting and spreading Covid, a further
isolating experience, making things terribly worse especially during
holiday periods and birthdays.
The wife stays in contact with our
children, and grandchildren via Facebook/FaceTime, etc; occasional
texts, and emails but, the way I see it, most of it is small talk
with little substantive exchange of information, something I lament
because their aging mother's/grandmother's, once-illustrative life is
little known among them. I foresee regret on their parts for not asking
her about herself NOW; born in 1944, what was her childhood like?; who
were her her parents? Her siblings? What did she think of as a young
girl. Where did she go to school? What was it like to raise four
children all under the age of five? Learn the story of her life as only
she can tell it before its too late.
We get caught up in the
immediate in the headlong rush of our lives, and don't think to ask the
elders about theirs, thinking or not thinking that they'll always be
there until they're not; then later by chance or design, learn something
about them that was unknown, then painfully realize their woeful
failure to ask them when they had the opportunity.
This last Tuesday, October 1st, in Reed River, Sven saw Mac Furlong hurrying down Main Street on his way to sign up for the Big Buck Contest at Normies On Main . Mac was wearing his Reed River Bank clothes so Sven didn’t recognize him right off, Mac walking so serious like, but Sven ought to have known that about this time of year all the local deer hunters are getting real anxious. Beginning soon after the Roseau County Fair in July, hunter types begin walking about the outdoors sports departments in their local hardware stores and sporting goods shops salivating over the latest hunting gear, wearing at least one parcel of florescent orange on their person as if to let the ordinary public know that, they, in fact, are real hunters of a serious nature, although temperatures are yet in the eighties. “See here, my florescent orange insulated cap with earflaps?” “Lo and behold, my florescent-orange camo jacket with elbow padding and several important pockets?” “Check o...
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