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Somebody giving back in

Growing up us girls would help as Mom and Aunt Irene packed for the field: Mason Jars of lemonade or iced tea, a pot of stew or chicken & dumplings wrapped in newspaper +a wool blanket before tucking all of it into a box in the trunk of the Oldsmobile. Nothing about this was disposable, Corelle traveled to the field, too.  Real silverware, coffee cups and cotton napkins.  As we’d head out,  our cars smelling of stew, fresh bread and pie, we’d wave to the men in the field.  As a child it was an adventure; for them, it was a lot of hard work and careful planning.

~ a typical scene from my childhood ~

Feeding and caring like this is an act of love and they did it well.

Combining under a Harvest Moon ~

Upon our arrival, the men would take their break and drive over to meet us, dust accompanying their arrival.  They’d wash their hands and splash their faces using water from the Igloo cooler then sit cross legged in the stubble as they dunked fresh buns into steaming bowls of soup, stew or chili.   Conversations ensued about what was done, what was left and what was coming next. Before long they’d stand and into their bowls would land a slab of pie or a piece of cake or maybe both.  Leaning against the trucks’ end gate they’d savor dessert and coffee before handing back the bowls, giving thanks for the meal, and heading back to work.

an Emjayandthem(C) Flapper pie

We’d pack up and, with a farm dog in tow, head back to the house to plan for the next round.

Family in the field – from L-R : Grandpa, Uncle Harley, Dad and Uncle Jarl ~ An Emjayandthem (C) Photo

Thanks for the meal, here’s a song that is real, from the kid from the city to you ~ and Cheers to the unsung heroines of the Prairie ~ the women who made the breaks wonderful.

Dusty old farmer out working your fields
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
The sun beatin’ down turns the red pain to orange
And rusty old patches of steel
There’s no farmer songs on that car radio
Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal
And I hope there’s no shortage of rain
Straw hats and old dirty hankies
Moppin’ a face like a shoe
Thanks for the meal here’s a song that is real
From a kid from the city to you
The combines gang up, take most of the bread
Things just ain’t like they used to be
Though your kids are out after the American dream
And they’re workin in big factories
Now If I come on by, when you’re out in the sun
Can I wave at you just like a friend
These days when everyone’s taking so much
There’s somebody giving back in
Straw hats and old dirty hankies
Moppin’ a face like a shoe
Thanks for the meal here’s a song that is real
From a kid from the city to you
Songwriters: Murray Mclaughlan
Have you ever had a meal in a field?  
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It was just a matter of time

10 crowns. 10 weeks. 20+ shots. 27+ hours in the Dentist chair.

It was just a matter of time.

I felt it last week, a pinch.  Thought maybe I had the start of a Sinus infection so I started on an antibiotic to be safe.

I was wrong.

Tuesday, my face blew up.

Blew. Up.

Swollen from the nose through the eyebrow, my eye nearly shut.

Like this, without the snack! Google.images.com

Like this, without the snack! Google.images.com

Another visit confirmed what I already knew: a root abscess.

Seems all that drilling and poking and jarring stirred things up and now, now an infection raged and moved north.

When you wake in the morning and open your eyes and all you see is your own cheekbone, it freaks you out, maybe a little.

2 shots later, one in each hip, another round of stronger meds + something for the pain and lots of hot compresses, here I am.

Back in the day, settlers on the prairie, my ancestors, well they died from this stuff.

I can understand why.

So when I look at it objectively – 1 out of 10 – not bad, right?

Whatever happened to Randy Travis anyways?  Last I heard he was trying to buy cigarettes … naked.  Maybe he had a tooth infection, too?

 

Categories: Attitude, Faith, fear, Growth, Life, Personal, Thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , | 27 Comments

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