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Saturday, April 27 2001
Webmaster's note: Our normal Saturday correspondent, David Caldwell, reports through a mutual acquaintance that his email is not working, so we've received no dispatch from Nanty Glo for this Saturday. By "popular demand" (one request) we are repeating this Jonal entry from May 22, 2001.

Towhead's delight

The eight-year-old towhead* bounded across the front yard, over the dirt road that bisected the farm, and greeted the new day. It was a dewy sparkling green and blue day brightened by large fluffy white clouds skittering over the rolling hills to the north, beyond Belsano, on this first full weekday of school summer vacation.

He and the pet rabbit dog, Bones, wanted to explore everything on the farm: the raspberry bushes still mostly in blossom, weeks before the fruiting stage; the chicken coop, pigpen, and barn with their respective livestock, and the meadows behind the barn. The cows noted the boy's and dog's intrusion in their meadow with lazy flips of their tails against flies, unconcerned. The boy knew they were both milk cows so, unlike a bull, he had nothing to fear from walking or running through the trails that crisscrossed their pasture. The cows knew the dog was too small and friendly to be a threat.

The northwest meadow, the farthest from the house, was the least cultivated field on the farm, grown up by huckleberry bushes and pocked by stumps of trees never pulled out to complete the field-clearing efforts of a previous farm owner. It had a primeval appearance, like the setting of a chase in a western movie or Robin Hood episode. The boy imagined that this place looked just like the world looked a thousand years earlier. There were places to hide here, growing natural objects to navigate, portals to lots of childish imaginings. There were bunnies for Bones to romp after, and probably black snakes to startle them both.

He looked for treasures. Wildflowers to put in a jar with water for his Mom (no dandelions). Wild strawberries (tiny delicacies). Shelves of punk growing on the sides of stumps. Edible leaves or grape vine tentacles, even sweet/sour huckleberry blossoms.

The setting invited running, so he ran, his face and hair cooled by the wind his fast motion created. He didn't see the barbed wire fence that caught him on the throat at breakneck speed, tumbling him backward. There were drops of blood and now it seemed like a far way back to the house. This could be serious...certainly the upset of a day started out so perfectly. But the upset also imprinted that morning in his memory for life.

*Towhead: a person with flaxen hair (a blond, usually used to describe blond boys). Tow is a derivative of towrope, which is traditionally made of hemp, a yellow-blond fiber.

Webmaster Jon Kennedy


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Remember when?

Not stepping on a crack or you'll break our mother's back ...
paper chains at Christmas, silhouettes of Lincoln and Washington ...
the smell of paste in school and Evening in Paris.
What about the girl who dotted her "i's" with hearts?
The Stroll, popcorn balls, & sock hops.

Remember when . . .there were two types of sneakers for girls and boys (Keds & PF Flyer) and the only time you wore them at school was for "gym." And the girls had those ugly gym uniforms.
When it took five minutes for the TV to warm up.
When nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school.
When nobody owned a purebred dog...?

Sent by Trudy Myers
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