Fourth Home

It’s funny… I drive by this house in Portales almost daily, but it’s one of those small blips on the radar, and I usually don’t think to glance in that direction.  It was a year of transition not only for us, but also for my mom.  We had just moved back from St. Thomas, and she was dreaming up her move to Taos, so the nice little red brick house on Abilene was temporary for all three of us.

We were instantly back into whatever remodeling work we could take on while Gary got his first general contractor’s license.    I may have never laughed as much in my life as I did one night in that house while making a phone call to one of our employees.  Earlier in the day we’d almost knocked out a wall at the wrong address when we realized something didn’t seem quite right. We skedaddled next door in a hurry to begin demolition work in the right place.  That evening, in my best ‘old lady’ voice, I called to tell the guy I’d just found his driver’s license in my house and couldn’t imagine how it got there.  Ha!  I used to love to make prank calls back in the old days before Caller ID.   (And I’ll go to my grave with the secret knowledge of whose house we were in when we almost made that ridiculous mistake!  They obviously weren’t home that day when we let ourselves in to get to work.)

Another fun memory of living in that house with my mother was going absolutely overboard in wrapping my Christmas presents that year.  I’d had three previous years of trying to get my little ornaments wrapped and home on a plane.   That year I just had a ball embellishing everything with fancy ribbons and pearls.  Come to think of it, that may have been the last year I did any kind of wrapping!

I think we were all just coming and going from that house all the time, and it’s actually quite a blur.  We started building a house for ourselves… and that’s the next chapter.

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Third Home – The Bethany House

We found this place on St. Thomas the same way we found our four lifelong friends… through the Bible Book Nook which was owned by a Christian college that ran Bethany Publishing.  The college owned the house, and the students doing their internships got to live in the apartments on the first floor.  One was empty, and we had the marvelous good fortune to get to move in!

The house was up on a hillside above Lime Tree Beach, and from our balcony we could watch cruise ships coming and going.   (Little did we know we’d eventually fall in love with that mode of travel!  And I can’t resist adding this photo from a couple of months ago.) 

We lived in a studio apartment that was smaller than our current kitchen, but it was all the space in the world we needed.  Gary loved to play his trumpet in the afternoons when we’d come home from teaching school.  He mowed the lawn to help pay the rent.  The meal I remember cooking most in that place was sweet and sour chicken.  The yard was filled with pink bougainvillea, and I found it amazing that I was surrounded by the same beautiful blossoms that had filled the indoor garden of my childhood home.

It was our wonderful home for two years.  And those two years stand out with stark contrast to one another.

The first year memories are delightful.  We were teaching school and repairing furniture as before.  Our good friends managed the beautiful Botany Bay Estate, so we all had amazing times together in that private sanctuary.  Our landlord was a breath-hold diver, and he taught Gary all about spear-fishing and lobstering.  It became his absolute favorite sport of all time. More family came to visit. 

We were 25 years old, both teaching at the same middle school.  As a second year teacher, Gary fell into the position of being the chairman of his department and only taught 3 woodworking classes a day.  I was teaching math.  It was a wonderful year, and we had the tiger by the tail.

The second year memories take a turn in a different direction.  Hurricane Hugo hit the Virgin Islands with terrible fury early in the school year.   It was devastating.  The storm itself was the most frightening 24 hours we’d ever encountered.  In the middle of the night the plywood shutters we’d bolted all over the house were ripped off.  We could hear furniture thrashing about above us, and sure enough, the roof had been torn off the large house that was the second floor.  Well, I could write a lengthy report on the storm (and I did at the time), but it’s enough to stay that the destruction was horrific for us and for our friends and for our school.  We went weeks and weeks and weeks without electricity or running water.  Lawlessness ran rampant on the island for a time.   Teaching school was torture.  I know we had some good days that year… but it goes down in the history books as very, very difficult.  I’m proud that we stayed and honored our contracts.

When that grueling school year came to a close, we were ready to head home to Portales.  Truly, at that point, we thought we’d had our grand adventure, and it was time to come settle into our “real life”.  I have to laugh.   Real life is obviously whatever it is you happen to be doing on any given day!

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Second Home – Ruth Hodge’s Place

Actually, the second home was a condo at Sapphire Beach, but it was a tiny handful of months, so it’s getting tossed in with “Ruth Hodge’s Place”.

Keep in mind that we landed on the island of St. Thomas back in the day when the internet didn’t exist, and if you looked something up in an encyclopedia, it might very well have been 10 years out of date.  So we went with our fistful of dollars knowing the island was 13 miles long and 4 miles wide.  Surely one could ride bikes to get started.  Ha!  As the plane landed our first words were “We’re gonna need a car!” 

Our house payment in Portales had been $145 a month, and we landed in the Virgin Islands to find that rent was going to be closer to $1000 a month.  (And this wasn’t for the luxury spots… just some old apartment to share with geckos and roaches.)  Our teaching salaries were laughable, and our first Sunday at church the preacher told us that sometimes new teachers had to wait months for their first paycheck, so the church could help us if we got in a bind.   Welcome to paradise!

Thankfully we found this condo on Sapphire Beach where we could stay until tourist season kicked into high gear in November.  It’s a gorgeous beach, and when St. Thomas fits into our travel plans, we always have to take some time to stand on that sand and reminisce about the kids who rolled into that spot when they fell off the proverbial turnip truck in the 80s.

The principal at the school where Gary taught had a sister-in-law (Ruth) who was just getting a brand new apartment finished up, and we got to be the very first tenants.  It would eventually have a second story, but at that point it was a lovely one bedroom spot with a big porch and a big cistern.  So that’s where we learned the valuable lesson of water conservation.  It rarely rained, and since the only water coming into those faucets came from the cistern… you learned pretty quickly about short showers and necessity flushing!

So that was home-sweet-home for a year.  We bought parakeets to help me get over my deathly fear of birds.  We drove an old beater car up and down those steep and winding roads.  To supplement our meager paychecks we went to work for a high end furniture store repairing damaged pieces and hanging blinds.  One of our favorite lifelong memories is from the very first set of vertical blinds we hung, struggling with the instructions and the trick of drilling into concrete walls to make it all happen.   As we were finally loading our little tool box at the end of the day, the owner had stuck a $20 tip in there to surprise us.    We were so honored!

We ate a lot of burritos and jalapeno chips in that house.  Family and friends came to visit.  Communicating was a trick.  No phone lines in that area.. but wait.. when a boy from church needed math tutoring, and I couldn’t give his mom a phone number to reach me, and she happened to work for the phone company, phone lines magically became available on that hillside.  (Oh good grief.   The memories.   It was not an easy place to live.)  Our thanks again to all the family members who paid for the collect calls we made on Sunday afternoons from the cruise ship shopping center payphone.   Every month I wrote out a letter on carbon paper, then cranked out copies on an old mimeograph machine and mailed out an update of our adventures.

Well, anyway.. we spent time in that house talking each other into finishing out the school year.   We had a count-down calendar of when we could finally leave the rock.  We did our best to enjoy the beautiful beaches.  And then, at the end of that school year we were becoming friends with some couples our age through the Bible Book Nook… a bookstore we enjoyed going to.  It really seemed like such a shame to leave the island when we were finally learning our way around and finally making some real friends.  So we signed teaching contracts for another year, we headed home to Portales to shingle roofs for the summer and be with our families, then we flew back down to the Virgin Islands to live in our next home for two more years.

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First Home – 612

We’re digging footings on another new house next week.  It’s a common occurrence in our construction world… but every few years there’s extra excitement over the deal because it’s a house for us.   And that’s the case this time.   It’s another chapter in our lives.  And it seems all the chapters can be summed up in the homes where they took place.

So chapter one is “612”.  (Obviously named for its address.)  Our very first humble abode.  We were teenagers, but ever so practical.  Before we got married, Gary had the idea that we should buy a house and fix it up.  Both of us still lived with our parents, and the idea of paying rent was brand new.  Just seemed absurd to do that when we could own a home.   So we searched around and found this little mess for less than $20,000.  Convincing the loan officer at the bank that we were 100% positive we were going to get married, he let us buy the house, and we set out to turn it into a sweet little cottage. 

My favorite part of the loan story is that we just about swore we would NEVER buy another house because the paperwork was just overwhelming.  Ha! 

Six months later the house had undergone a delightful transformation.   Friends and family joined us in our enthusiasm to have it ready to move into.  I dare not even begin the list of people who shared in our labor of love because I’ll leave people out.   Inside and out we had so much support!  Thank you, all over again, to the amazing people in our lives who have been part of our story. 

It was a tiny little place.  Two little bedrooms and one little bathroom.  But that first Christmas I invited everyone from all the families to come over for a party… and they all came.  We just packed everyone into that house.  And surely the big crowd helped with the temperature inside, because the only way to ever be truly warm in the winter was to stand right in front of the single panel heater.

We finished college in that house.  We had an old “step van” sitting out in front always – which mortified me with its looks, but it held all the flooring tools that kept us in money.  Our other cars were always coming and going to our various jobs.  I taught in Clovis.  Gary worked for the Portales schools.  I worked at the Hallmark store, Gary worked for another contractor.  When we weren’t working at work, we were working on the house.

We built fences, we built patios, we planted trees, we refinished the wood flooring, we knocked out the front and put in a bay window, we were forever tearing out another old thing and putting in new things.   One spring break during college when everyone was heading off for warmer weather, we spent the week adding siding up in the gables to give the house a fresh new look.  Oh my goodness.  It was never-ending.  But we had an absolute ball.

One day we took a phone call in that house.  Gary stood in the kitchen on that line, and I stood in the bedroom on the other phone, and we looked at each other with jaws dropped as the woman on the other end of the line offered us teaching jobs in the Virgin Islands. 

So we had a garage sale and were astonished at what can be accumulated in four short years.  We sold the black and white television set that we’d carried back and forth between the living room and the bedroom all those years, and we sold the house.  We put some things in storage, packed about 6 suitcases – if I remember correctly – and we moved off to St. Thomas to begin another chapter.

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A Day at Sea

The first day of this lovely Caribbean cruise began with my waking thought – “Which hotel am I in?”

We’d just spent the four previous days enjoying a sweet variety of Florida sunsets.  Miami from my cousin’s glorious balcony, St. Pete’s Beach talking business, and Naples dreaming of the future.  Friday night’s sunset was to be spent sailing out of Ft. Lauderdale, but our ship sat in port seven extra, long hours while we waited for stranded passengers to arrive late at night.

A quiet and somber mood filled our luxury liner as we learned that a shooting had taken place at the airport… the airport most of us had flown into either hours or days earlier.  Life becomes more fragile in those horrible moments when you realize you’ve narrowly escaped any tragedy.  At once you are thrilled to be alive to choose items from a gourmet menu, at the same time feeling extremely guilty that you’re doing so while others are mourning the senseless killing of a loved one.

Yes, life is fragile.  Life is precious.  I’ll cherish the moments and make fresh goals to stay calm when meaningless unpleasantries come my way. 

So the morning began with a smile when I realized I wasn’t in a hotel.  I was floating along on the ocean, and the familiar movement of the ship made me feel right at home.

I’ve stepped back into the fantasy world I love.  Eggs Florentine and good coffee for breakfast, a table for two reserved for the coming dinners, a new sun hat purchased at the deck sale.  And then, because I’m just impetuous like this, I’ve taken my little hair trimming scissors that always travel with me, and I’ve cut the netted layers of a floor length gown and turned it into a tea length dress.  Turns out, there are only two formal nights on this voyage, and I was expecting three.  But I still needed something dressy for a nice dinner tomorrow night.  Netting doesn’t need to be hemmed, and I think I did okay with my alteration job and will pull it off!  One formal gown toned down a bit… check!

A leisurely afternoon to prepare for tonight’s gala, and I will have whiled away at day at sea.  Oh my goodness… people sometimes ask me what in the world I do every day when I’m cruising.  This.  This is what I do.   And I’m sitting here with a smile as I type the story… and a heart filled with gratitude that I’m given another day to breathe the ocean air.

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Wish Number Four

Above the Clouds

Pie in the sky, baby.  Pie in the sky.

This shall be my final wish for the wish list.

Circumstances and hard work have brought some mighty exciting adventures my way.  We’ve hiked to amazing destinations, rubbed shoulders with some dignitaries, dined on foie gras, sailed the high seas.  I’ve loved every minute.

But grand as some events have been, I’d say I’ve had equal rushes of adrenaline and butterflies in the stomach brought about by over-the-top dreams and schemes.  I’ve reached for that brass ring so many times my fingers are longer than necessary.  And my hopes have been dashed more than once.  But I wouldn’t change it.

Reach for those stars.  Apply for the job.  Invest in the start up.  Work toward the college degree. Ask him out to dinner.  Make the move.

So… I wish you a rose bush to care for, a stray pet to love, special first moments to witness, and finally, I wish you a farfetched dream that might just come true.

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Wish Number Three

This summer I was blessed with two very special “firsts”.  They were sweet scenarios.  Little spaces in time that I hope to remember always.  Since they were so special, I want to put moments like this on my wish list for a happy and fulfilled life.   I wish you the joy of first moments.

 

In June we were dashing about trying to accomplish a mountain of work.  And in the busy schedule of things to get done, we needed to make the three hour drive to take a niece to meet another niece to keep everything on the calendar held together.  We threw tents and sleeping bags into the truck and headed to Ruidoso.  (I throw in all this mundane information, reminding myself how easy it would have been to have completely missed the grand event.)

 

Little girls were giggling and making s’mores, and that was delightful.  But here’s the moment that held me spellbound.  My fourteen year old niece and I were sharing a tent.   She’s a big city girl, and although she’s been to the mountains, this camping experience was a first.  She and I decided we’d crawl out of the tent late at night to make one final pit stop.  As we got the door zipped behind us and stood up, she flung her head back and stared at the stars in awe.  Oh my goodness!

 

We just stood there drinking in the view.   A black velvet sky with huge bright diamonds shining down upon us.  You don’t get that in Houston, Texas.  Watching her be amazed was heavenly!

 

My other “first” took place in Alaska.  We were privileged to go on a family cruise this summer, a first for some – including our great-nephew.  He’s a little five year old gentleman who was enchanted with ballroom dancing after dinner.   Every evening we had our dance, and made our plans to do it again the following night.   I’ll never forget our very first waltz, his charming smile, his plans to wear a nice shirt for the occasion, and his sweet tiny feet stepping one-two-three, one-two-three while the band played “Could I Have This Dance”.

Dancing with Daniel

Friends, this is life.  These are the things worth doing before our days are done.  Go ahead and make your grand plans for the “before I die list”… but remember that these simple pleasures are the very best!

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Wish Number Two

Peli Peli

Somewhere in your lifetime filled with hopes and dreams… I hope you’ll save room for a stray kitten.  Yes, I wish you a stray kitten.

There have been a few years in my life (very few) when I’ve not had a cat.  And all my cats have come to my porch as little lost souls, begging me to let them stay.  If a tiny creature is brave enough to approach a huge structure, look up at the human who lives there, then ask in the sweetest little voice if she could please have a saucer of milk, well, a you have a darling personality on your hands.

Your soft, furry baby will snuggle with you when you take a nap.  She’ll help you while you’re typing.  She’ll keep you company when you need to take a cup of coffee out on the porch and just enjoy silence.

She’ll worry you when she falls sound asleep in a new hiding place and you can’t find her, then purr with delightful assurance while she twines herself between your ankles once she’s found.

You’ll always have someone to talk to.  And as a bonus, your cat will be quite excellent at taking care of herself.

If you choose to adopt a stray puppy, I’ll understand.   But with all my heart, I wish you a stray kitten.

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Wish Number One

Rose Wishes

I really don’t care for the term “bucket list”.  There’s no romantic flow to the thought of kicking the bucket.  So I always cringe a little bit at the notion, but I do enjoy reading the happy goals my friends set for themselves before they die.

 

With that in mind, I’m going to write a few words about my wish list.  They’re wishes that have already come true for me… so these will be things I wish for everyone else.

 

Today I’m wishing that you all have at least one rose bush.

Roses

Have dozens if you can.  But at least have one.  One bush that you love and think about.   You’ll watch it through the winter, and you’ll keep an eye on the spring weather forecasts so you’ll know when to prune it for the best flowering dreams.

 

Its fragrance will greet you in the morning when you head out to your mailbox.   You’ll take the proverbial time to stop and smell the roses covered in lovely drops of dew.

 

The blossoms will amaze you with their beauty, and then remind you of fleeting time as they wither.  You’ll have blissful moments all to yourself as you take your little clippers to remove the dried remains, making your rose bush as pretty as possible.  It will only take a few minutes in the cool of the evening, two or three days a week.  Just enough time to unwind from the pressures of your day… and there will be pressures of the day.

Rose Deadheading

You may encounter thorns, but that’s just another thing to ponder.  Let them speak life lessons into your heart.  There are many.

 

Yes… I wish you a rose bush.

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My Amazing Grandma

Grandma & Lizzie at Furniture Store

My grandparents are always in my heart.  Our family recently sold the furniture store building, which means the memories flood our souls.  The photo was taken there.  Grandma and my niece, Lizzie.

 

I’ll share a letter I wrote for Grandma years ago.

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Grandma’s Mother’s Day Gift 1995

Relaxed… trying to think of the word that best describes Grandma, this is the one I decide upon.  There are so many others… strong, confident, gracious… but I don’t remember a time that she wasn’t relaxed.

 

Throughout my childhood and even until recently, I believe I have taken this gift of hers for granted.

 

Grandma has always managed the furniture store in what seemed to me such an easy fashion… calling customers by name, earning a deep and true respect from all who have worked there, always dressed beautifully with her hair and makeup just so.

 

I was not amazed that Grandma would spend six days a week doing this, then prepare a wonderful meal each and every Sunday for our large family.  It was just what she did.  It never seems amazing when a person makes what they’re doing look so easy.

 

So, I was never amazed at the beautiful house, the excellent meals, the wonderful parties with the entire church attending.. they seemed so casual to me.

 

I was never amazed that she and Granddad had time for civic organizations and all the functions that involves.  Never amazed at the huge array of homemade Christmas candies.  Her sewing amazed me… but mostly for the beauty of it, and how quickly and easily she could sew a beautiful dress.  I was never amazed that she did it.

 

Well – I can tell you that I’m amazed now!

 

Grandma, how do you manage to do all of this?  More importantly, how do you manage to do all of this and stay so relaxed?  I work at my little store, usually pick supper up, or pop it in the microwave, complain about doing the dishes and have an idea that I will sew another dress next year when I have more time.  I usually manage to get to church on time, but there is definitely not a meal already cooking in the kitchen.  I refuse to join a club because it will take up too much of my time.  Not to mention the fact that I don’t even have any children.

 

I have certainly learned many lessons from my Grandma, and I’m thankful to be her granddaughter.

 

I hope that some of her beautiful character traits are mirrored in my life… but I’m striving for her gift of accomplishing so much in a day without hurrying through it.

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Love a Lovely Table

Family Tradition

If I could step back into my childhood for just a few days, I’d love to take my cell phone with me. And this is what I’d do…

 
I would take so many photos in the kitchen. I’d get my parents making breakfast and dropping battered squash slices, fresh from the garden, into the fry daddy.

 
I’d take photos of the morning sun streaming through the sliding glass door onto a fresh batch of biscuits on the glass top table.

 
And all week long I’ve been wishing for photos of the cabinet in one corner of the kitchen that was filled with the lovely variety of placemats and cloth napkins. I’d get plenty of photos of that sweet collection… stacked on the shelves, placed on the table. I’d get someone to take a picture of me placing the knives and the forks and the spoons.

 
Back in the day of camera film, and watching the 12 count down to 1, I was clueless that photos like that would be priceless someday. We were so cautious with those rolls of film. We had to be. So I store those memories in my mind’s eye.

 
Setting pretty tables is a sweet tradition in our family. All those years of catching the school bus early in the morning for the ride into town, we always sat down to a pretty table and a good breakfast first.

 
You’ve taught me many things throughout my life, Mama. It always gives me a happy feeling of contentment when I’m putting plates on a table… and I thank you for making that a part of who I am.

 
Happy Mother’s Day.

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My Charming Nana

Nana was born on this day in 1915. I’m thinking of her today, and enjoyed reading this letter I wrote for her 21 years ago.

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Nana

Nana’s Mother’s Day Gift, 1995

Charming… this seems to be the perfect word to describe my Nana.

 

I can easily call to mind countless examples of Nana adding charm to the day.

 

In my busy, hurried life, I often wish that I would slow down and take time to make the day more delightful… the way Nana does.

 

It has been a treat to spend time with her and observe the way she so easily makes this a part of her life, refusing to be rushed.

 

Preparing a simple meal for her Christmas Bingo ladies, Nana makes it special by placing a cherry on each plate – just so.

 

A woman told me once about a time when she didn’t have time to prepare a box for the church box social.  Nana said she’d be glad to make an extra one.  This lady was so surprised when Nana arrived with a delightful boxed lunch all done up with ribbons… of course she would add this special touch.

 

When I’m there and hear Nana playing the piano each day, I tell myself that someday I’ll take the time to play my guitar every day.  What a treat to wake up to the sounds of Nana’s piano.

 

If you’re spending the night with her, you can expect the bed to be turned down… just so.

 

If guests drop in unexpectedly, Nana will have a delicious pie ready – that she made just in case.

 

If she’s been working in her beautiful yard all morning and needs to go to town, she’ll take the time to bathe, relax, and look ever so pretty before she goes.

 

Her purse always matches her shoes.  Her nails are always polished.  Her roses are always blooming.  She always has the time to visit with friends.  It’s a delight to see her spend her days in such a charming way.

 

It’s a delight to have her for my grandmother.  I hope that some of her grace and charm are mirrored in my life.

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