I went on a little journey this past weekend.
I traveled to Mayfield, Kentucky, to meet up with dear friend Kim, and from there, we would drive to
her family's home in the small town of Eldorado, Illinois.
She grew up on this farm, with this big red barn…
I traveled to Mayfield, Kentucky, to meet up with dear friend Kim, and from there, we would drive to
her family's home in the small town of Eldorado, Illinois.
She grew up on this farm, with this big red barn…
…and her dad, Bill, would take me around the place and tell me stories…
and show me his garden
(the asparagus, gone to seed…where the cucumbers had grown...he just set out those over there…)
There was just so much to tell..and just so much to take in…
(the asparagus, gone to seed…where the cucumbers had grown...he just set out those over there…)
There was just so much to tell..and just so much to take in…
He was fairly excited. To say the least.
Kim and I have been friends for 20 years.
It was the summer of '95 that we met and found we would be teaching on the same team,
assigned to a profoundly wonderful group of 6th graders.
It had been 20 years since I had visited her childhood home, met her parents Vernie and Bill,
her little brother John and her big sister Barb. I learned she had lost her oldest brother, in a tragic accident.
But life had gone on…
And now, on this visit…we were grieving the absence of her mom, who passed on February 26th.
On the same day, I was remembering what would have been the 30th birthday of my Rachel Rose.
A day of grieving and loving and remembering.
Kim decided we would surprise her dad, with my visit.
Mission was accomplished.
We drove out to the family's lake house, built on the banks of a lake not far down the road from their home. John's bees were in a clearing, off to the side. Canoes were at rest at water's edge.
It was peaceful.
My friend Bill, calls me Chris. He just does.
This is what he has called me for 20 years.
So I answer.
He pulls out the photo albums, and tells me stories of friends in California…"..and there's me and Vernie…and there's John with Terry's son…"
So many memories…
and I listen.
and I listen.
He flips through the pages, and suddenly it's time to go…
We will meet up with little brother John at the restaurant in town…
where everybody knows everybody..
and then we'll head back to the house..
and friends and family will drop by..and check in…and head out again..
Much laughter and story-telling..
and the cat's out of the bag.
Tomorrow is John's birthday.
43.
I can NOT believe it.
It was just the other day, he was that young man of 23…
Time marches on.
Off to bed.
Saturday morning, I descend the stairs and smell coffee. It's early,
but Bill/Dad has already left for work at the furniture store... NuWay…where he runs the show.
It was established sometime in the 20's. He's shown me the old photos…the old "cash register"..
He is there 6 days a week...
By 8:00 am..he's popped in with the newspaper…and then he's gone.
He calls to tell us there's gas in the car…"in case you gals want to go shopping"…
So we finish our coffee…and our long conversation…and we fix our hair and our makeup and discuss lipgloss colors (the things we used to do all those years ago)
We drive to the nearby town of Harrisburg, Illinois, and enjoy a grilled chicken salad at
The Burg.
It is such a darling cafe, with its framed flag with 48 stars...
It has been lovingly restored.
In its former life, it was a pharmacy…and then a tavern.
The owner saw its potential.
We're thankful.
We then make our way to the neighboring boutique Gypsy Moon…which was formerly
Myrons (an upscale dress shoppe in the 6o's) and before that..
it was a bank…
We head to the grocery store, to acquire goods for the evening's celebration/cookout, and make our way back to her momma's kitchen...
and while Kim prepares appetizers and treats, we have more time to reminisce and share memories and talk about life…and our children...
At quarter past 4, with Dad/Bill riding in the back seat…
we drive through neighboring Riverside to see the church where Bill and Vernie were married.
It had suffered a terrible blow by a tornado, a few years ago,
but reconstruction is underway, and we are thankful.
We are on our way to attend mass at "the little old country church" in Ponds Settlement.
we drive through neighboring Riverside to see the church where Bill and Vernie were married.
It had suffered a terrible blow by a tornado, a few years ago,
but reconstruction is underway, and we are thankful.
We are on our way to attend mass at "the little old country church" in Ponds Settlement.
I have never attended Catholic mass. This will be my first.
I am overwhelmed by the sacredness…the songs…the ritual…
Kim kneels..I kneel…I follow her lead.
We sing and pray and we share "peace" to our pew neighbors…
We stop by the house for the appetizers, and then it is on to the house by the lake.
There, John has grilled for all of us…and there are deviled eggs and cheese balls and fresh tomatoes and chips and all kinds of cookout delicious-ness…
and a birthday gift he shares with all of us...fresh bread, made by the nuns.
Goodness.
And then there's Kim's cousin Lennie, who taught kindergartners for 35 years..
and we are kindred spirit friends in an instant...
As dusk approaches, I look towards the water…
There is no singing "happy birthday"…
just this…
quiet moments.
remembering.
Sunday morning the house is filled with the fragrance of home-made breakfast.
Kim has out done herself,
and I realize we have not captured a photo of the two of us.
Niece Jessica, snaps...
..and then it is time for goodbyes.
It is hard.
We hug and kiss and hug some more…
and he fills the back of the car with tomatoes and cucumbers, green beans and peppers…
"Chris, I got sweet corn for you…"
"Chris, I got sweet corn for you…"
and we're on our way…
I arrive home to one happy little girlie…
Monday morning, Sophia and I set up camp on the back porch and commence a lesson in the
snapping of green beans.
snapping of green beans.
(We find one of Grammy Nancy's bowls..
and have quite a discussion of this dear one who resides in heaven)
She digs the tiny "nuggets" within, and says, "Grammy, you can eat dese widdle beans! Dare da-wicious!"
That task is accomplished, and I am on to the schucking of the corn..
and she appears, with her widdle stool…and wants to learn…
I take over the peeling and slicing of the cucumbers..
placing them inside the refrigerator dishes passed down from my Uncle Neil and Aunt Lea…
….and this tomato! Good gracious…have you ever??
The purple of the eggplant and the yellow of the corn, alongside that 'ripened to perfection' tomato..
I am in Garden Goodness Heaven!
I add chopped onion and Apple Cider vinegar…a dash of salt and pepper... and scoop the concoction into another lidded glass dish and into the fridge for chilling…
Tim prepares the corn for grilling (melted butter and tarragon) and then returns with this mountain of caramelized corn…
The freshly snapped green beans are cooked down to perfection, the new potatoes boiled to just the right softness…and we enjoy the feast…
wishing terribly, that Bill Fry could join us at our farm table, here in our little cottage in Franklin.
As I reflect on the weekend, I am grateful for my friend Kim.
We had no idea, that summer of '95, that we would be enjoying such a steadfast friendship,
all these years later.
We had no idea the road ahead would have so many bumps and twists and turns.
This new road she travels, that her family travels….
moving forward, missing her mother's physical presence…
it is hard.
Our dads share the same name, and each of them is called Billy by family and forever friends.
My dad was born on November 7, 1931.
Her dad was born on November 11, 1932.
They each love their girls in a mighty way,
and they are proud of their accomplishments…and remind the world around them,
of all their girls' successes, because the world needs to be reminded…always…
They both know Jesus, and their faith is profound.
I am thankful for these two dads.
I have already relayed my thanks to Kim,
but to Barb and John..and to Patrick and Matt and Jessica and Bradley..and to Lennie and Roger…and Mark and Josh…to Sister Alicia and Aunt Ada…to Nathan and Courtney and baby girl Kennedy…and Brandy and Hayden…
but to Barb and John..and to Patrick and Matt and Jessica and Bradley..and to Lennie and Roger…and Mark and Josh…to Sister Alicia and Aunt Ada…to Nathan and Courtney and baby girl Kennedy…and Brandy and Hayden…
Thank you for sharing your Bill Fry with this "long tall Chris" from Tennessee.
I am proud and honored to call him friend.
Blessings.
