Tooth Fairy

I know the Tooth Fairy and I have proof of her identity. It is my neighbor. Ssshhh! Don’t tell all the toothless little kids and don’t be in a hurry to pull your teeth. The Tooth Fairy doesn’t fall for fairy tales.

One day my neighbor got a phone call. On the other end of the line was a little boy who wanted to talk to the Tooth Fairy and tell her “thank you” for leaving money under his pillow in place of his pulled tooth. My neighbor verified that she was, indeed, the Tooth Fairy. That settles it!

The Tooth Fairy has a little girl whose birthday is coming up real soon. The five-year-old, soon to be six-year-old girl, took it upon herself to plan her own party and make her guest list. She is excited and has planned a great surprise on her special day.

The other day, the little girl said, “Look at my tooth.” It was wiggly. When several people suggested to pull the tooth, she said, “No. You can’t pull it. I’m waiting for my birthday!” I thought she might like an apple to eat, but she won’t fall for that trick. Even yesterday, with her tooth laying sideways, she said, “I’ll take it out on my birthday.” I’m afraid the Tooth Fairy might have other ideas. That tooth might just come out before then. I hope the tooth doesn’t come out at night and get swallowed. Without a tooth to put under her pillow, she might just try to pull her brother’s tooth and use it as a replacement. 

I think the little girl is a bit dubious about the true identity of the Tooth Fairy, and thinks her mom is just her mom. She might think there’s a better chance of getting money for her birthday from guests than from the Tooth Fairy. I think she’s right – I know the Tooth Fairy!

Taps

Raindrops fell and dripped from the edge of the tent that covered the gravesite. Family and friends huddled together under umbrellas, the rain mingling with tears that slid from soulful eyes. Words of comfort were spoken, and the sweet fragrances of prayers rose to the throne of heaven. 

Seven rifles split the silence with the discharge of three volleys of shots that rang out to honor the Veteran whose body laid in the casket on the funeral bier. The melancholy sound of a bugle call resounded as a man in uniform played taps. Chills ran down my spine while the mournful tones resonated then fell in the heavy Southern air.  

With upmost respect and precision, two old soldiers folded the flag that draped the casket. One of them turned on his heels, stepped forward and presented the flag to the family. 

The empty shell of a man was lowered in the ground. In that solemn moment amid many emotions and thoughts, one came to the forefront, “He is not there.” He joined the ranks of others gone before him and reunited with loved ones. He answered the bugle call.

With a final salute, the honor guard spun and marched off the grounds as family and friends joined together to celebrate the life of the old soldier.

Duped

(by a five-year-old)

The five-year-old girl jabbered as we walked into the quilt shop. She looked at all the fabric, touching some of the bright cloth designs as we went down the rows. In her hand was her little pink “bag” with her treasures inside. When we had lunch earlier, she took everything out to show me what she had inside. One of the contents was some money and she was itching to spend it.

She looked around and said, “Where is the kids’ fabric?” I directed her to a little room that contained a selection of children and juvenile prints. She seemed a bit perturbed, “I don’t see any. Those are all big pieces.” Then I understood that she was looking for small pieces of fabric. “Oh, I see. I’ll show you the packets of cut pieces.” We both picked up various packages of colorful fabric already cut into squares. 

Her sweet little face looked sad. “I don’t have enough dollars and cents.” I replied, “Well, maybe somebody would let you have a bit more. Open your purse and let me see how much you have.” She had a two-dollar bill, a one-dollar bill, a penny, nickel, dime and quarter. I looked in my bag and pulled out two five-dollar bills and slid it into hers. “Now you have enough to buy your fabric.” That satisfied her.

We continued to look and she picked up a package of squares, “This is the one I want. It has rainbow colors.” When I asked what she was going to make, she said, “I’m going to make a quilt for my friend in Brazil.”

I went to the checkout counter to pay for my fabric and told the little girl who stood beside me, “You can pay for yours now.” The lady behind the counter smiled and said, “Oh, I thought your grandmother would pay for your fabric.” I said, “I did. I gave her ten dollars to pay for her fabric!” She had already rung it up so I told the little one, “You can pay for the ice cream in a bit.”

The little girl handed me her purchase to put in the back of the car with mine. She said, “I need my bag out of there.” Then she paused and I could see the wheels turning behind that cute face. “No, you can put it back there, too.” So, I did.

About halfway to the ice cream shop, she said, “I can’t buy the ice cream because I can’t get my bag.” Hmmm.. So, that’s the way it was going to be. So, guess who paid for the ice cream. You guessed it – me. Another ten dollars.

As we were leaving the ice cream store, the little girl’s mom said to her daughter, “Thanks for the ice cream.” I looked at her and said, “What? She didn’t buy the ice cream. I did. She duped me out of thirty bucks.”

And it was thirty dollars well spent! Fabric for a little girl to make a quilt that she gave to her aunt (instead of her friend in Brazil), ice cream, ten dollars for her to spend at another time, and time spent with my daughter and two granddaughters – PRICELESS!

After the Ceremony

Six redheaded preacher’s kids peered from the balcony of the Lutheran Church in Livingston. Their eyes were fixed on the bride and groom as the preacher said, “You may kiss the bride,” and then the newlyweds walked back down the aisle and down the steps of the church.

Guests had already gathered for a celebration at the Knapp home on Tin Can Hill. After a meal was shared, and congratulations and well wishes were given, the couple returned to Livingston. There were no rooms available at any of the motels and hotels. 

On a side street, a brightly lettered sign at the bottom of a flight of stairs read, “Rooms.” They enter through the door and were met by a matronly lady. She said,“There is one room left,” to which the groom said, “We’ll take it.” The landlady led them down the narrow hallway to the room, and opened the door. Someone had beat them to the room and was sleeping in the single bed, and it wasn’t Goldilocks. It was a drunk who had found the last bed in town before the paying guests arrived. The lady ran him out, changed the sheets, and left the honeymooners in peace. They locked the door just in case the drunk man returned.

When morning broke, the young couple was off to Yellowstone National Park for their honeymoon. Alas, once again there were no rooms to be found. They made their bed on the ground that night. 

It’s a good thing the uncles weren’t around, or they might have made it a family affair. It was reminiscent of the honeymoon of Uncle Ed and his bride when the family joined the after-wedding-party. Had Uncle Ed been there, he might have put fish heads under their blankets in hopes of enticing a bear just like he did to Jess and Julia forty-one years earlier.

After their short honeymoon, the bride and groom made their way to their first home together – a little log cabin twelve feet square. The tiny honeymoon house was furnished with a bed, flat-topped stove, table, two chairs, a cupboard made of wooden apple boxes, chest of drawers, and a washstand.

Nowadays many couples put more emphasis on a fairy tale wedding with little thought to the marriage that follows. Though the wedding of the newlyweds in this story was not an elaborate one, their marriage lasted until they were parted at death. They put each other first and made a life and family together. The sight of the six redheaded kids in the balcony that July day may have been a premonition of things to come for the couple did indeed have six kids, but they weren’t redheaded.

The Proposal

In the animal world, males often perform rituals or do something flashy to attract females. It’s not much different in the human world. Apparently even the strangest of rituals, such as drinking seven glasses of water, has the power to turn a girl’s head. At least it worked for Buck because after his display she even agreed to a first date. 

By their fourth date, Buck got the nerve to give a kiss to the girl from the prairie. She didn’t knock his teeth out, so he moved closer, put his arm around her, and gave her another kiss.

Buck had another date to keep – with Uncle Sam. The Army made other living arrangements for him. After several months, he was eligible for a furlough. He headed home and reunited with his prairie girl.  They spent some time in the mountains with Buck’s family. 

One of the highlights was the dance at Basin Creek School. When Buck and his date drove down to the school, a chaperone was on board, a wee little chaperone, Buck’s little sister. They all had a great time at the dance but soon the escort became sleepy. Buck grabbed her up and took her to the car. While she slept in the back seat, Buck stole a kiss and proposed to the prairie girl. She said yes! (I wonder if the chaperone was fired)

Buck returned to fulfill his military duty. The next few months their courtship was done by mail. One letter included a diamond ring. 

Buck was discharged in March of 1946. He soon found his way to the Sherod’s where his prairie girl was staying. The two were reunited, but no wedding date had been set. That was about to change. 

Buck tells this story, “One day, about the first of July, we were driving down a rutted lane.  We were sitting close to each other.  I handled the gas petal, and Jean handled the steering wheel. We waved at my Uncle Sid and Byron Grossfield, who were working in a hay field. We passed the bend in the road and the car slid into a rut, missed a bridge, flew off the road and ended up in the dike which carried water around the Gunderson Hill.  Barbara and her date hooked a chain on us to pull us out of the water. Then we had plenty of help. For fifteen miles, there had been no traffic on the road.  However, immediately, Byron and Uncle Sid came to supervise our rescue, and Uncle Barney and a van load of guests drove up the other way.  Uncle Sid remarked that, if it took two people to drive the car, maybe they ought to get married!”

The wedding date was set for the last Friday in July.