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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Joseph & Jonathan - Chapters 3 & 4
CHAPTER
3
Helga
settled into Mary's rocking chair at the Hoist home, weary, yet happy
that everyone seemed to be resting. It had been a very long two days
in this house. Mary had given birth before, so it was unusual that
labor had been so long and tedious. Both Helga and her mother
Jeanette had been worried that the stress could have hurt the baby,
but the little girl looked and sounded healthy. Even after her mother
Jeanette had left, Helga checked the baby's lungs again and listened
long to her tiny heart to see if there were any skipped beats. So
often in a hard delivery, these things were overlooked and seen as a
superstition against faith. But Helga, her mother and Grandma Esther
had been a midwifing family for generations, and even though they
needed to outwardly respect such beliefs, they did whatever they felt
needed to be done to ensure the safety of mother and child.
There
were so many situations in this household presently. Mr. Hoist was
out hunting with Helga's and Jonathan's father. So there was no man
to come and fetch the midwife. The oldest boy, who was nearly in a
complete panic when he showed up at their home, was who let Jeanette
and Helga know the baby was coming. And once they were at the house,
and had Mary calmed down, Helga had noticed that the toddler had a
bad cough. While she cooked a simple supper for the children, she
pulled Timothy onto her lap to further investigate. He was more than
willing to snuggle with Helga, as he missed the attention from his
mother, Mary. Helga waited until the little one became drowsy and
listened to his chest. Not only was his chest garggling, but his
breathing was making a whistling sound. Helga immediately wrapped him
in a blanket, laid him in a makeshift bed in the room and set about
making a mustard pack for his chest. In no time at all after the
mustard pack was placed on his chest, Timothy awoke coughing up a
storm. He cried quite a bit, because it scared him, but in a couple
hours his chest sounded clearer and he was sleeping peacefully. His
mother became alarmed when she heard Timothy crying, but Helga
assured her that all was well and let her know that she had been
doctoring the toddler.
Once
Timothy was sleeping again and she had the other two children busy
with washing the dishes she went back in the bedroom to see if her
mother and Mary could use her assistance. Mary was not resting as
comfortable as Timothy, but she was not yet alarmed as she was pretty
used to the birthing process, this being her fourth child. It wasn't
until later in the evening when she was practicing the two oldest in
their reading and letters that Jeanette asked her to come in the
room. Helga spent a few minutes giving the children a few tasks to
do, as not to alarm them, but she was aware that if her mother needed
her help at this point the birthing was not doing well.
Once
in the room she was aware that this was going to be a very hard labor
for Mary. The pains were causing her hands to go white as she
clutched at the sheets and alternately the bed posts above her head.
She did whatever she could not to make a noise so as to alert her
children that she was in distress. At this time during birthing Helga
was never used to the sacrifice that women made during delivery. Not
only were their bodies going through a tremendous strain, but each
time she was amazed at the pains the woman took so as husband and
children did not know their distress. Often times that is why two
women were needed when a midwife was called. One oversaw the birth
and the other, even though she was there to help in emergencies, her
main purpose was to take care of the family's needs so the mother
would not get up and do so immediately after birth. Helga had known
of a few families that were now motherless because the woman got up
from bed too early, and with just the addition of another woman in
the home this could be abated. Even though Helga's grandmother,
Esther, was not strong enough to last for a birthing as she used to,
she often came to help out in this capacity. And sometimes even
Grandpa Benjamin came, although Helga strongly felt he was there more
to watch out for his wife.
Mary's
little one's birth was hard, mainly due to the same circumstances
other's had in this land. Women were tired, often in malnutrition as
they sacrificed their food for their children, and often had children
one after another, without their bodies having time to recover. Often
the three midwives tried to give nutritional and other advice to the
women, but this fell on deaf ears more than not, as each family did
what they could to survive. Many of these families, came as once
Benjamin and Esther did many years ago from a distant land, and
carving out a new life was not the business of “milk and honey”
that all had been led to believe.
Helga
gave her mother a little bit of a break after putting the children to
bed. They had a little time together to try and talk about what they
could do to make this birth safer for both mother and baby while Mary
had a few minutes of sleep in between contractions.
“She is having such a
hard time, how is she fairing?” asked Helga.
“Just as most women in
this area she has more courage than is thought, until the going gets
rough.” answered Jeanette.
“Can you tell how the
baby is doing?”
“She is not having any
pains other than her contractions, so I can only guess that the baby
is holding its own.”
“What can I do to help
you?” asked Helga, as she looked into her mother's tired eyes.
“Sit with her awhile,
please. Let me freshen up a little bit and I will be back.”
“I have a better idea,
Mama. Freshen up and then go rest in the front room. I will come get
you if anything out of the ordinary happens or I feel that it is her
time. When this baby comes, it will take all the strength we both
have. And I have had some rest, while I have been watching the little
ones.”
“You are sure?”
Jeanette asked
“Go, Mama.” answered
Helga.
Jeanette stood up and
placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead. “I will obey you
gladly.”, she said. “But do not hesitate to call me, Helga.”
“ I will come get you if
anything happens, Mama. I promise.”
Helga was able to give her
mother about an hour's rest. Mary awoke from sleep suddenly with her
eyes wide, and a frightened look about her. Helga immediately took
her hands and confidently said, “Take my hands Mary. Hold them as
long and hard as you need to.” She had several contractions they
went through together like this.
Then calmly Mary looked at
Helga after a strong pain and simply stated, “The baby is coming
now.”. Helga looked at Mary and saw resignation of the pain to
come. These women were truly brave. Mary was exhausted behind
measure, yet she would give all she had to bring her child safely
into the world tonight.
“Let me get Mama, Mary.
We shall all make it through this together.”
“Yes, yes, go, we
shall.”
Helga went into the main
room of the cabin and saw her mother peacefully sleeping near the
Hoist children. She hated to wake her so soon, but it was time. Just
before she did though she bent down to listen to Timothy's breathing
and was glad to hear that he was still sounding clear, no whistles.
Helga gently shook her mother's shoulder. Jeanette's eyes shot open
and looked into Helga's face. So as not to wake the children Helga
answered her mother with a nod of her head and walked back into the
bedroom where Mary had just started with another pain.
Near the end of the siege,
that had lasted hours, each woman wondered if this baby would ever
come. And when it did, would it be healthy? Jeanette looked again at
Mary, but this time she was encouraged. “Push Mary, push! Bring
this baby into the world!” Mary's eyes shone with a new glow and
with more strength than it looked possible she grabbed the bed post
behind her and gave one hard push after another until in three
monstrous heaves Mary's little girl dropped into Jeanette's arms.
Everyone was silent for a moment. Mary was catching her breath. Helga
was holding on to Mary's hands and Jeanette was sitting still as
could be watching the chest of the baby. Then piercing the silence
Mary's little girl inhaled deeply and then let out a monumental
scream for one so little. All three women burst out in laughter and
Jeanette laid the baby in Mary's arms.
“She is beautiful Mary”
simple stated Helga.
“What name do you have
for this strong girl child, Mary?” asked Jeanette.
“It must be something
showing her strength, eh? But I will wait until my Mr is home and we
will talk it through. Are you hungry little one?” Mary asked this
question of Baby Girl Hoist as she slid her in position to nurse.
Just then there were tiny knocks on the door. “Is the baby here?
Can we see it?” chimed the children in the front room.
“Go ahead, please, let
them in to see their little sister” smiled Mary.
Jeanette wordlessly opened
the door with a wide smile on her face as the children came running
into the bedroom. Helga stopped them just as they all almost collided
into the bed. “Gentle, gentle.” she said calmly. Now the children
tiptoed up close and “oohed” and “ahhed” at the little
creature their Mother was holding. “This is your sister. Papa and I
will name her, like we did all of you as soon as he returns from
hunting. Now, let us take a nap and you children go back to bed. It
is late for all of us.”
“Yes, Mama” all three
chimed again.
After the children left
Jeanette went into action taking precautions on the necessary tasks
after birth and making sure that mother and baby were comfortable.
When she and Helga were done , Helga looked at Jeanette and said,
“Now you go home Mama. I will spend the rest of the night here. Let
Grandma know that all is well. And then you come tomorrow afternoon
after you have rested.”
“I will come in the
morning as soon as I awaken.”
“Sleep Mama, Sleep.”
“Yes, I will. Thank you
daughter. They should be fine now. Everyone should rest for a little
while. But you should have much on your hands at daybreak when the
other three wake up.”
“We will manage fine,
Mama. They will have chores and I can keep them busy while Mary and
the baby rest.”
“You have convinced me,
Good night.” said Jeanette as she gathered her basket and quietly
left the room and then the cabin to her horse that would take her to
her parents house.
Since her mother left
Helga had yet been able to sleep. She was glad that her grandparents
home was not far. There she knew they would take care of her mother
when she arrived, although she would not get to spend time with
Helga's young brother just yet, he would be asleep by now. Helga knew
that sleep would not come for awhile for her no matter how tired she
was. As hard as this birthing was it was stimulating enough that her
mind would be awake for hours. So to ease her mind she opened her
knitting basket and worked on finishing a gift for the baby. This had
become a tradition of the three midwives. She was glad that Grandma
Esther had taught her to always bring her string bag. Sometimes there
were long long stretches with nothing to do for the mother, but when
one needed to be alert. Knitting was the perfect remedy for such
moments.
As Helga knitted she
listened to the breathing of the Hoist children. They all slept
soundly and all now breathed quietly. She let her mind wander to what
she would make the children for breakfast that would be fun so they
would have a good remembering of their baby sister's entrance into
the world. The next several weeks they might tend to feel neglected
with Mary having so much to do for the baby and time for herself to
heal. So one good memory could do a lot of good to get through the
coming days.
“I am glad this little
girl was born while the weather is still good. Not only did we not
have trouble getting here, but there still will be enough good days
that the children can play and work outside. It will be good for them
and also give their Mary a break.”
Helga also thought ahead
if she could come back a little more often than usual to give Mary a
respite in the next few weeks. She did not foresee any births or
grave illness they were attending just now. Although an emergency
could come at any time. Helga resolved to stop in and make sure she
could entertain the children. She would offer herself as a 'Mother's
Helper'. Mary's children were good well behaved children, but they
were still children and there was one more being to give attention
to. And Mary was a good friend to all, it would be pleasant to be
able to help her in a time of need. As she had often done for
others.
Just as Helga was
finishing the last stitches on her gift for the baby Mary's oldest
son awakened. “How are you feelin' little man?”, asked Helga.
“I'm alright”, said
the boy. He sat up on the makeshift bed and then quietly moved
himself over closer to Helga. “Is my mama really alright? Did the
baby hurt her?”
“When babies come into
this world, they come with pain. But that pain is quickly forgotten
by its mama when she sees their face. It was the same when your mama
first laid her eyes on each of you, as it was tonight when she first
saw your little sister.”
“I've been worried about
Mama, she is so tired.”
“She will be fine. It's
hard work carrying a baby. But now you can help.”
“Really? How?”
“Your Mama will need
time to get some strength. You can help by doing all you can without
her having to ask. And I know it is hard, but if you can keep your
brother and sister busy it would help. Do you think you can do all
that?”
“Sure!. I am almost
10.?”
“That old?” thought
Helga. It did not seem that long ago when she had been in this very
room helping to give birth to him also. “Yes, you are.” she
assured him. “And I will be around to help too. Would you like
that?”
“Yes Sister Helga and
Mama would like it too. Sometimes even with us and Papa she seems
mighty lonely. But she always looks good and sings more after company
comes 'round.”
Helga smiled at the boy.
Mary and her husband had raised them to address others in their
traditional way of 'Brother' and 'Sister', 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' for
those not so close and 'Grandmother' and 'Grandfather' for the
elderly. Truly they were teaching their children community and family
was more than what they saw in their own little cabin. She also
mentally made a note to come a little more often even after Mary got
her strength back. And to talk to some of the other women about
stopping by. Mary loved to sing and had a beautiful voice. So if she
went a time without singing, then perhaps 'cabin fever' was getting
to her as she struggled to keep house and take care of her little
ones. Not that this was all that unusual. That is why it was so
special when the women got to visit each other and get together.
They needed another 'Quilt In' perhaps. Helga would mention that to
Grandma when she got home. All the women for miles around young and
old could not say no to Esther. They all enjoyed her company and each
other's as they gathered and also shared some wonderful delicacies.
They often each brought some baked goods and then divvied them up
after so they could each have something special to take home and
enjoy.
“Lie back down and get
some more sleep now.” Helga smiled and touched the cheek of this
brave boy in front of her.
“What about you, Sister
Helga?” he asked.
“I will if you will. How
about that?”
“Sure,” he said.
With that he went back
over and gently put himself back to bed with his brother and sister.
Helga herself finished binding off her project for the baby, a
blanket, that hopefully would be special to her and could someday be
a keepsake for Mary and maybe even the baby, when she gave birth.
Quietly she got up, slowly opened the bedroom door, hoping it did not
creak. She tiptoed in, checked on both Mary and the baby. They were
both sleeping soundly, breathing in unison. 'Just as in the womb.'
she marveled. She then retraced her steps, again hoping that the door
would stay silent and went back to the chair where she had spent her
knitting time. She tucked the blanket in her bag, reminding herself
to give it to Mary in the morning and she laid her cloak down near
the fire and allowed herself some sleep. 'Just a few hours and we
will all have much to do.' she thought to herself. 'Midwifing is a
good life. It is worth the tiring out to feel as I do now.'
CHAPTER 4
Joseph had watched the boy
run across the field until he no longer could make out his form. Then
he stood just a little longer, as if staring guaranteed his safety.
In fact he stood still as he could willing the boy until Thunder got
nervous and nosed his hand. “You're right Thunder. He got to us
without help, he can get home too. It's just.... Come on Thunder, we
better get back while we can. We aren't used to venturing this far
either.”
Joseph turned around,
lifted his arm a little ways so the lantern set light on the path
just a little ahead of him. Thunder was to his side, but a little bit
behind, wary of walking places they did not know, especially in the
dark. They weren't used to being out this late anymore. Days past,
yes, but that is what they were, days past.
Joseph marveled at how the
boy must have walked these woods with his limp. 'He is no quitter,
Thunder. And he is curious too. I like that.' Thunder made a quiet
moaning sound. “Yes, yes, he liked you too, Thunder. In fact, if he
comes back at all, I'm sure it will be 'cause he wants to see you.”
Thunder must have understood, as he pranced a little bit and made a
joyful sound.
Joseph and Thunder got
back to their homestead and immediately sat down on the porch. Joseph
was in his rocker and Thunder lying beside him. Joseph slowly rocked
until he knew it was time for him to retire. “Thunder, there are
ghosts all around aren't there? Well, at least they have revisited my
mind again. That boy brought them back, brought them all back. But,
he also let me find my voice again, let me feel like I want to smile
again. It's been a long time hasn't it, boy? Let's get some rest,
we'll figure something to do tomorrow?” Joseph picked up his
lantern, walked in his door and went directly to his bed. He changed
into some night clothes, blew out the lantern and Thunder climbed up
to lie by his feet. “Yes, it was a good day, Thunder. Best we've
had in a long while.”
Joseph slept through the
night but he often tossed and turned, moaned and sighed. Thunder was
concerned and jumped off the bed to stare at his face, lick his hand.
The dreams would stop for a little while, then return with a
vengeance. Daylight did not come soon enough for either. Sunlight
woke Joseph as it always did. He sat up in bed, grateful that the
night was over. “My wife used to call them Night Demons, Thunder.
She sure was right. Let's see if we can scatter the cobwebs away and
start our morning.”
Joseph started his coffee
on the wood stove and got some jerky in the pantry to surprise
Thunder. He sat on the porch and drank one cup of coffee then started
out for the barn. He grabbed a three legged stool off the wall and
commenced to milking Daisy his cow. From there he let his two horses
and two mules out. He fed them outside and went back in to feed
Daisy, her cohort Susie and his bull, Red. There were also three
sheep, two ewe and a ram. Then over to the chicken yard to gather
eggs and feed his brood and roosters.
“Well, chores don't take
too long now do they, Thunder? We don't have much, but all we need,
eh?” As they were walking back to the porch for a second cup of
coffee Joseph started to whistle. He did it before he even noticed
himself. He stopped short, looked at Thunder who was wagging his tail
Joseph swore in rhythm and chuckled. “One visit from that boy and
look at us. Hope we ain't gettin' our hopes up too much. But this
feels good, don't it? Come on, one more cup of coffee and I'll make
us both a real breakfast.”
One thing about living
where he did now Joseph only heard nature. For years he and his wife
lived in town and that was fine when the children were little and he
was working in the mill and had a little land. But this was the life.
His only regret was that his wife did not last to enjoy it with him.
They were all gone now. Just him. Most days he didn't feel lonely,
but now that they had had a visitor, everything was different.
Joseph fixed them both a
hearty breakfast and afterwards they went on their morning walk.
Joseph could walk forever in the direction opposite the woods without
seeing another human. But the rest of nature was in abundance. Joseph
found himself humming and whistling in spite of himself and decided
it was just fine. Thunder seemed to enjoy it. The rest of the day
Joseph sat at the table and on the porch. He seemed happy enough, but
there was a restlessness in him now. “Maybe we needed something to
stir us up, Thunder. Maybe we been living too quietly. Even if that
boy never comes back, he surely awakened something in me. And I'd
like to keep that. I don't want to be afraid. I lived in fear way too
long. I think fear killed my daughter and I'm sure it killed my wife.
It killed my own life for a long time. I came out here to leave fear,
and sometimes I still think I foster it. I don't know Thunder, maybe
I'm just an old man ramblin'.” Thunder wagged his tail as if he
agreed that Joseph was just rambling. Joseph burst out laughing out
loud and rubbed Thunders head. “Well, thanks for the support,
buddy.”
After a simple supper for
both of them Joseph and Thunder retreated to the smokehouse to check
on the meat they had started yesterday. “Just think Thunder, if we
hadn't started the meat smokin', he may have never found us. But,
Eileen always said, he would be lead to us somehow. She was grateful
to Benjamin's family, but it always weighed heavy on her heart.”
After Joseph had let his pipe burn out several times thinking,
sitting on the porch. “Well, I've been whistling and humming, might
as well go all the way, Thunder. Wait here, I got a surprise.” With
that Joseph walked directly into the bedroom. He knelt down easy,
reached under the bed and brought out a box. He put the box on the
bed and then pulled himself up, not nearly as easy as he got down. He
opened the box gently as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out
the contents. Then he carried it out to the porch where Thunder was
standing in the doorway, wagging his tail. “You sure have done that
a lot today, Thunder. Hope you do the same now.” And with that,
Joseph brought the bow to his fiddle and played a jig. He even moved
his feet a little in rhythm. Then he sat back down in his chair
breathing hard and laughing, brought the fiddle to his chin again and
played a waltz. Tune after tune he played and depending on the meter
Thunder would prance around and wag his tail in excitement or lie
down and rest his eyes. This continued until Joseph could play no
more. He went in the bedroom and put his fiddle in the box, but not
under the bed. He changed into his night shirt and patted the bed for
Thunder to get up by this feet. “I think we'll sleep better
tonight, Thunder. Things are changin'. Well, I'm changin', and I
think it's for the good. Just wish I could have done it a little
sooner.”
That night Thunder wasn't
awakened by Joseph's dreams and restlessness. They both slept all
through the night until the sun rose again. Joseph sat up when the
sun beckoned him and started again to make his coffee, feed Thunder
and start his chores. He did all the feeding in the barn and put the
horses, mules and sheep out and was starting for the chickens. All of
a sudden Thunder started barking and went back toward the house. “You
find a squirrel? Enjoy, I'll be back at the porch after I feed the
chickens.” He was just rounding the chicken yard to go back for his
second cup of coffee and there he was. Jonathan was standing on the
porch with two cups of coffee in his hands grinning from ear to ear
and Thunder was beside him wagging his tail.
“I got 'em ready when I
saw you coming out of the barn. You didn't see me yet, but Thunder
did. You do things like Grandpa does, so I knew I had a few minutes.
Thought I'd surprise ya.”
Joseph took one of the
cups of coffee, thinking to himself that it had been been a long time
since he had used two coffee cups at the same time. “They let you
drink coffee at home?”
“Well, not really. More
like Milk Toast. I just put a little bit of coffee in mine and filled
the rest with milk. Is that alright?”
“Sure, sure. Want to
pull a chair out or do you want to sit on the porch?”
“I'll sit on the porch
with Thunder.”
“He'd like that.”
For a few minutes they sat
there silently, content with coffee and company. “So did you get
in trouble for being late the other night?”
“No. Grandpa always says
I'm like the cows, come at the last minute for supper. Grandma was
starting to worry, but I told them how I had stumbled on you and
Thunder and how you had helped me home back through the woods to the
back pasture. Grandpa told me to tell you today that he's grateful.”
“So you told them my
name? What did they have to say?”
“Grandpa said you and he
were friends a long time ago. And Grandma said that she knew your
wife from her old country. That they had been the best of friends.”
“What about your Ma and
Pa?”
“Well, Mama was
midwifing, so I didn't get tell her anything 'til the next day. She
was awful tired from birthing the Hoist baby. But she listened to my
story and just told me to be careful I didn't take a wrong turn in
the woods. Papa is hunting about four days away with Mr. Hoist. They
aren't home yet.”
“I'm not sure your Papa
would know me. I knew your family long before that.”
“Papa has the general
store with his brothers.”
“Don't you help in the
store?”
“Sometimes, but not
usually. Papa's brother's all got sons a lot older than me. And they
are all in line to get the store long before I do, as they remind me
all the time. And Papa and and Mama decided a long time ago that
Helga and I would help Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa says the farm
will be Mama's and ours someday. And Papa says he would like me to
learn farming and carpentry and everything Grandpa can teach me. He
says he can teach me how to run a store later in life. He would
rather I would be 'full of fresh air, hard work and sunshine now', as
he puts it.”
“Sounds like your Mama
and Papa are smart folks.”
“I think so,” laughed
Jonathan. “I love working on the farm. And Mama and Helga are
midwives and do doctoring so when they are busy I stay at the farm
with Grandpa.”
“You never are alone are
you?”
“No. Grandpa says
there's no time for that in life.”
“Benjamin always knew
the ways.”
“The Old Ways Grandma
says.”
Joseph chuckled, “Well,
I guess they are old ways now. Never thought much about it before.
But either way, they are good ways. Never be afraid to live the way
your grandparents live Jonathan. They are good people and have lived
good lives.”
“And Helga.”
“Yes, How is Sister
Helga? I have not seen her in a long time.”
“She said to send her
blessings. She said to tell you that she will come up for a visit, as
soon as there ain't a lot of babies birthin'.”
“Well, that will be a
treat. But you know, babies just keep being born all the time. So
that could be awhile.”
“It seems like they are
always birthing babies or tending sick.”
“You get to see your
Mama enough?”
“Oh yes. And sometimes I
get to help. I go and carry things for her. And I help with the wood
and the fire and heat water and sometimes get to play if they have
some children already.”
“Helga says that men can
help tend the sick too. She says in big cities they call them
'doctors' and they don't let women help at all. She says I could
learn like she did, but that I would know that women can help too.”
“Yes, that sounds like
Helga. She has been a good friend to me and my animals through out
the years.”
“So you want to meet the
whole family here on the farm?” asked Joseph.
“Sure, love to.”
Jonathan jumped up and Thunder did too wagging his tail.
Joseph took Jonathan
through the barn, the pasture, the chicken coop, his garden and even
showed him the creek where he fished and some back land where he
planted crops.
“You would never believe
that there would be all this good land when you are walking in the
woods. You got a nice place, Joseph.”
“I was surprised when I
happened on it one day walkin'. I knew when I found this land that
this was where I wanted to live. At the time I didn't want to be by
any people. You see I didn't have any family left to speak of and I
was sad and mad and wanted to be alone. Fortunately Sister Helga
wouldn't listen and came up to check on me real regular. That first
Winter and Spring if she hadn't made it up here to see me, me and
most of my animals might have died. And she is the one that brought
me your friend.”
“Thunder? Helga brought
Thunder here?”
“Yep, I had a fit when
she did. Didn't think I wanted a puppy to contend with. But when she
put him in my arms, we belonged to each other. She told me I had
family know whether I liked it or not.” Joseph chuckled at the
memory.
“So, what do you do at
night at Benjamin's and Esther's?” asked Joseph.
“Well, most nights I
have school books to work. And lots of nights Grandpa reads books to
Grandma and me. Sometimes he lets me read too. Grandma likes that.
Grandpa is teaching me to whittle. So while Grandpa reads I whittle
and Grandma does her needlework. Aunt Helga too if she is there. She
helps me a lot with my books. And some nights we make up stories to
tell, and sometimes we sing.”
“Do you like music?”
“Sure. It's fun to sing
with everyone. And Grandpa says that soon I can learn to play music.”
“Would you like that?”
“Oh, yes! Do you play
music for Thunder?”
“It's funny you should
say that. Let me show you what I got out from under the bed last
night.”
With that Joseph went
inside and came out playing his fiddle. He was playing a jig again
and shuffling some, in attempts to dance. Jonathan started clapping
his hands and Thunder was circling everyone, wagging his tail.
Joseph played one song
after another, waltzes, ballads and jigs. At one point he played a
sad song and Jonathan immediately started to sing along. When the
song was finished Joseph said, “You know the language of your
Grandma?”
“Some. We are only
supposed to speak it at home and with family and certain friends when
we get together for parties. But since you played the song I thought
it was alright. It was, wasn't it?”
“It was more than right,
Jonathan. I have not heard those words in too long of a time. Thank
you. Do you know others?”
“A few. But I don't know
if I can name all of them.”
“Don't worry, in time
maybe I will play more you know and you can remind me of the words
again.”
“Sounds good, but I must
be going now. I promised Grandma that if I came early in the day that
I would come back to help her with the afternoon chores. But I will
come back again if you and Thunder would like me to.”
“Thunder and I agree
that you should come back anytime you want and are allowed. How's
that?”
“Fine by me!”
“You want me to lead ya
in the woods again?”
“Na I think I'm fine.
It's more daylight now than it was my last visit. But if you and
Thunder would like to keep me company we could talk more.”
“Well, Thunder and I
usually take a walk 'bout this time, so why don't we join ya?”
“Great!”, said
Jonathan.
The threesome started
into the deep woods silent. But it was a silence of ease that they
shared. Soon they talked of simple things. They talked of the plants
that Jonathan recognized and what they were used for, the birds they
saw and even a few tracks that they found along the way. When they
got to the back of Benjamin's land, at the clearing of the woods,
Joseph turned to Jonathan and said, “We'll leave you here and start
back once we can't see you no more.”
“When I get far I'll
turn and wave to you and Thunder.”
“That'd be nice. I'll
wave back and Thunder will be waggin' his tail I'm sure. But you
probably won't be able to see that.” They both laughed at the
thought.
Jonathan started walking
through the pasture and then surprised Joseph by running coming back
and wrapping his arms around his waist giving him a quick hug. “I'm
glad we are friends” Jonathan said, and then quickly let go. Then
he leaned down and hugged Thunder, much to Thunder's delight. “You
too, Thunder. Next time we'll play fetch.”
“He'd like that.”
Joseph said quietly, savoring the moment.
Jonathan started out
again, and quickly turned around in place. “I almost forgot to tell
ya.”
“Yes?”
“Grandma says that the
next time I come you have to come back with me for supper and that
she won't take any excuses. And she says Thunder is welcome too. I
would come if I were you. Grandma is serious when she says 'no
excuses'.
Joseph was stunned and
just stood there at the edge of the pasture for moment. This was
definitely a walk of surprises. He couldn't remember the last time a
child had hugged him, or anyone for that matter. And now he was being
asked to supper with other people. And more than that people that he
never thought would want to talk to him again. Except for Helga, all
these years. 'Well I guess she learned her heart at home too.' he
thought.
“You tell Esther and
Benjamin that I will surely come to supper the next time you come and
that Thunder and I gladly accept the invitation for her good
cookin'.”
“I'll tell her,”
Jonathan said and started running again.
Joseph and Thunder watched
Jonathan run across the pasture, and true to his word just before he
was out of sight, he turned and waved back to them. And true to their
word, Joseph waved back and Thunder was wagging his tail.
“It's been a good day so
far, hasn't it Thunder? I think we have a second chance. And this
time, we're gonna take it.”
Sunday, July 29, 2012
JOSEPH AND JONATHAN CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER
2
Jonathan
was in bed and fast asleep. Esther was in her favorite chair, a
rocker that Benjamin had made her their first year in this new land.
He had wanted her to have a comfort, and it still was after all these
years. She sat and knitted socks tonight. As hot as it was, she knew
that Summer heat meant that cold needed to be prepared for soon
enough. Benjamin wore out so many socks and after awhile it was just
too hard to mend them. He worked hard and his socks showed it. She
not only wanted to keep him warm, but foot problems could keep them
from working, it could be their survival. Also she was working on
many socks for her Grandson, Jonathan. He didn't live with them all
the time. But he often helped Benjamin and he stayed with them when
his mother was busy birthing babies or tending the sick.
Benjamin
was at his desk. He had built it also. It wasn't far from Esther's
chair. Often they would spend the night with Benjamin reading aloud
at his desk to her as she did her needlework. Benjamin was always
surprised at all the different crafts that Esther knew. She made all
of their clothes, knitted socks and hats and gloves for all of them.
She made the quilts that covered their beds and the rugs beneath
their feet. And when he thought she could do no more, she made fine
lace for herself, their daughter, Jeanette, granddaughter Helga, and
friends. She also helped Helga make lace to sell. She had started
this tradition with Jeanette and it continued through the
generations.
Many
a night Esther and Benjamin had spent together and they had never
run out of things to talk about, or to do. Benjamin, when he was not
working on farm records, wrote down the family history and stories,
often asking Esther's opinion on his writings. They also read to each
other books they had brought from the old country and new ones they
had found in this land. Their lives were rich and full.
Tonight
though they anxiously awaited the return of Jeanette to let her know
that, just as they had all thought would eventually happen, Jonathan
had found Joseph. “It was bound to happen,”, Esther said again
while she frantically knitted socks.
“He
was not a bad man, Esther. In fact I am not convinced that he knew or
had anything to do with the decision.”
“Oh,
I am not questioning the decision, I was there, remember?”
“Yes,
I do. All of you were there, for the birthing of Jonathan.”
“I
surely would not fault the decision Eileen made that night. And I
know it is selfish of me, but because of it, look at the love that we
have had in our life. We all love Jonathan. Truly he is ours.”
“And
he came to Jeanette at an important time,” Benjamin remembered.
“She had so much loss, she needed something to help fill. She had
Helga, but Jonathan finished the circle at that time.”
Just
then their was a knock at the door and a voice, “Mama, Papa, it's
me.”
Benjamin
rose to open the door. Jeanette walked in with her midwifing basket.
She reached up and kissed her Papa and bent down to do the same to
her Mama. As tired as she was she still put the basket in it's place
and sat in a chair across from her parents.
“That
was the longest birth I have had in a long time.”
“Is
everyone alright?” asked Esther.
“Yes.
To be honest I didn't think they would be. But, Mary made it through
and the baby was stronger than I thought. I still will check on them
in the morning. But now, I need some rest. How is Jonathan?”
“He
is fine. You know we never have trouble with Jonathan, he's such a
good boy.” started Esther.
But
before she could finish, Benjamin piped up, “There is something we
have to tell you. Today Jonathan came home a little late for supper.”
“Oh,
I am sorry, I'll talk to him.”
“No,”
said Esther, “that isn't what we mean. He was out exploring and he
came home telling us that deep in the woods he met a nice old man
named Joseph who invited him to come back and visit him again”
Jeanette
sat there as still as could be when she heard the news. Benjamin
cleared his throat and looked to Esther for encouragement. She gently
put her finger to her lips and then continued knitting. 'She is so
much better at these quiet times than I am', Benjamin thought.
“It
was bound to happen sooner than later,” said Jeanette.
“You
two women always sound alike,” said Benjamin.
“How
was he, was he alright, was he scared?” asked Jeanette with darting
eyes to Benjamin.
“No,
he was happy. Joseph seem to treat him just fine. And he has a dog.
So you know how he is about that.” Answered Benjamin.
“I
have been fussing about this all night,” said Esther. “And I have
come to some reasoning within myself. I am glad he found him now. Now
when he feels secure and loved and everyone is here to talk to him. I
think it is better to fine out now rather than as a young man and
full of wild oats.”
“That's
a good point,” said Benjamin. And Jeanette nodded her head and
searched for her extra work basket she kept at her parents. She
always was able to calm herself with the gentle repetition of her
hands working lace. Now was no exception. Before she was able to
speak again, she got a good start on a tatted collar.
“Do
you think Jonathan's alright? Do you think Joseph will try and
change things?” finally asked Jeanette.
Benjamin
let out a long loud sigh. “ I've been askin' myself that question
all evening. I think that if Joseph had wanted to start trouble he
would've done it already. He could've told the boy lots of things,
even today on the first visit. But he didn't. He just let Jonathan
know that he knew us, talked kindly of us, in fact. And then, he led
the boy to our back pasture. He didn't have to do that Jeanette, but
he did.”
“What
did you tell him?”
“I
told him , 'Yes we knew him'.” said Benjamin.
“I
asked how his health was and Jonathan said he was mighty thin, but
spry. He did notice about his legs and his arm, but he did not seem
to go anywhere with that thought.”
“Didn't
Helga know where Joseph was.” quietly asked Jeanette.
“Yes,
she used to check on him regular. She stayed with him many a time
when he was ill. She said he never asked about Jonathan all the times
that she was there. It always amazed her. She said she kept it to
herself. If he had wanted to know, he would've asked.”
“Where
is Helga?” asked Esther. “My goodness I have let all this get to
me to the point that I didn't notice my missing granddaughter.” She
let out a nervous chuckle.
“Oh,
I am sorry Mama. It slipped my mind also. I am just bone tired
tonight. She stayed behind at Mary's house to help with the other
children. She was afraid that if she did not that the mother would
try to get up and fix supper. I was glad she was there. I was so
focused on the baby, I was not really paying attention to the rest of
the family.”
“She
was always good at that, Jeanette, from the very beginning that she
went with us on birthings.” said Esther.
“Yes,
she always has been Mama that's true. Just tonight I had all my
attention on Mary and baby and fortunately Helga noticed that the
youngest girl had a cough and immediately started making a poultice
and some tea for her. She sounded better already by the time I left.”
“What
are you going to do?”, said Benjamin, bringing back the subject
that no one really wanted to talk about.
“I
am going to let him go Papa. There is no real reason not to let him
visit Joseph. And we all know that there's nothing so tempting as
being told not to do something. All I can do is answer his questions
as they come and hope he continues to see our love here for him.”
“I
don't believe you have to be concerned about that Jeanette. He is his
Grandfather. And maybe, just maybe it has pained him also all these
years to be away from his grandson. He did not have a say in the
decision made. I'm not sure that I could be that strong.”
“I
hope he tells me about it. I mean I hope he shares this with us, as
he always has his joys and fears.” wistfully whispered Jeanette.
“There
is no reason to think that he won't, Daughter.” said Esther. “We
must remember that we know the past, we know the fears. All that
Jonathan knows is that he made a friend today, that he sees as a
family friend at that. And he willingly came home to share that with
us. The only reason he did not tell you is that you were not here.”
“A
friend with a dog at that.” said Benjamin to try to lighten the
mood a little bit. . “I think our fears are just trying to deceive
our hearts.”
“Yes,
yes, I see what you both are saying,” said Jeanette. “Actually I
am glad I was not here when he came home with the news. I'll be able
to react better in the morning.”
“Heart
to heart, Jeanette,” started Benjamin. “Neither one are doing
anything wrong. Deep down inside don't you know think they know ,
that they know each other?”
“Truly,
they must Papa. Truly. And I would not want to keep that from
happening. But for now, all I want is to get some sleep. Will you
wake me, if I sleep too long, Mama?”
Esther
laughed. “I certainly will not. Helga's at the house if there is
any problem she will send someone over or come herself. You'll be no
good to anyone if you don't get your rest. Now go and sleep as long
as your body or that baby wills.”
“
I'll sleep in the room with Jonathan. I want him to see me when he
wakes up. And I want to fall asleep watching him breathe. Who would
have believed Mama? Who would have believed that such love could grow
from such fear?”
“I
know dear, I know. Just get some rest.”
Jeanette
got up and kissed her parents again and then went off to bed. Esther
and Benjamin sat up long after Jeanette went to bed. “Do you think
she is worried?” asked Benjamin.
“Of
course, she is, we all are.” said Esther. “But I don't think she
is contrary about it.”
“No,
no.” said Benjamin. “Neither do I. She is a good woman, Esther,
thanks to you.”
“Thanks
to us and I believe thanks to herself. Jeanette works hard to be the
woman she wants to be, and she is more than any mama and papa could
ask for. We are so blessed to have her close and to be so much a part
of the lives of her and the children. She shares her children and her
life with us Benjamin. There's no reason to believe that she won't
continue, or that she wouldn't give Joseph the same chance.”
“We
must put this all to rest and we must go with it as it unfolds.”
said Benjamin. “Very early in the morning we'll have a young boy
awake and about and we must be ready.”
“Yes,
very true.” said Esther as she put her knitting away.
Benjamin
got up from his chair and took Esther's hand helping her out of the
rocker. “May I escort you to bed, my dear.”
"Yes,
yes,” said Esther. “Wouldn't want it any other way.”
Monday, July 23, 2012
JOSEPH AND JONATHAN
CHAPTER
1
Jonathan
wandered through the woods, as was his habit after his chores and
schoolwork were done. Each day he tried to venture a little farther,
or in a different direction to see what he could see. Often he
imagined himself as a great explorer like the ones he had read about
in books. He also looked for plants different than the ones near
home. He took starts of these home to Aunt Helga and Grandma Esther.
They were able to tell him what they were and explain their uses.
Often Grandma Esther asked him to take her where he had found them.
She would examine the area, the other plants that were their
neighbors and asked the plant if it would like to live in her garden.
Jonathan could not imagine one of the plants disagreeing with
Grandma. Her garden was wonderful.
One
of the reasons she always asked to be taken to where he had found the
plants was she needed to know what it's “house and neighbors looked
liked”, as she put it. Her garden had sunny spots, shady spots,
woodsy areas, dry soil and very moist. And when she took a plant from
where Jonathan had found it on one of his explorations, she always
took “it's neighbor, so they wouldn't be lonely” and placed it in
a spot just like it's old home in her garden.
Jonathan
hadn't seen any new plants today, but he was wandering in an area
where he'd never been. This morning he decided to go to the left of
the cabin and go as far as he thought he could and still get back for
supper before dark. The woods were getting darker, although when he
looked up the sun was still hanging in the sky high enough to let him
know he could still go farther and make it home. Moss had grown on
all sides of the trees here. He knew it was a sure sign that the sun
didn't get to the floor of these woods much at all. This is what
Jonathan had figured made the difference between a woods and a
forest, although he really wasn't sure of this point, it was an idea
he would ask Grandma Esther about later.
Walking
wasn't easy. Jonathan had to watch his step and pick his feet up
high, so as not to trip himself in the brush that covered the ground.
He was starting to get thirsty and also wondered if he'd be able to
find his way back home. Always before he knew that if he would just
go back a little ways he could see something that he recognized. But
not so now. All around him were darkness and trees. Often Jonathan
looked for a place to look through the trees and console himself that
truly the sun was still up and he had time to still make it home
before dark. “Maybe I should just leave anyway and start home. This
really isn't leading me anywhere.”
Just
then Jonathan noticed thin puffs of smoke high in the trees ahead of
him. Not smoke like a dangerous fire, like the one his family was
awakened to when the neighbors' barn caught flame. No, it was more
like when Grandpa Benjamin used to smoke the hams. 'Someone lives all
the way out here? I don't know who that could be. Maybe though they
would let me have some water.' Jonathan knew that it could not be
far, so he decided to follow the smoke and see what he could see.
It
wasn't easy to follow the smoke in the trees and still walk through
the thick under brush of the forest. But still even with the rough
going he was there in a few minutes. It took his eyes several seconds
to get used to the light. For when he was able to see the smoke close
enough to see the smoke cabin it came from the deep woods had stopped
and, just as magic, there was a clearing with a cabin, smokehouse,
large garden, fields down below some way and even a meadow to the far
side of the cabin. Sitting smoking a pipe was a thin old man slowing
rocking back and forth in his chair. Although the scene had startled
Jonathan, the old man didn't seem to bat an eye at a young boy
suddenly appearing through the woods.
“Hello,
it'll be nice to have a visitor today. Would ya like to wet your
whistle?” cheerfully asked the old man.
“Why,
thank you. I was just going to ask for a drink of water.”
“Over
there is the well. Help yourself. But if you have trouble let me
know. By the way, my name 's Joseph.”
“Pleased
to meet you. My name is,”
“Your
name is Jonathan. You belong to Jeanette. How is Benjamin?”
“You
know who I am?”
“Yes,
I do.”
“Grandpa
Benjamin is fine. I was out exploring in the woods and have gone
farther than ever. I was looking for some unusual plants for Grandma
Esther.”
“You
can find some unusual ones I'm sure, but never any that she doesn't
recognize.”
“I
know. She knows all the plants, wherever we go. She and Aunt Helga
are teaching me.”
“Now
Jeanette used to know how to keep a garden and know all the healing
ways.”
“Oh,
Mama knows all of them too, yes. But Mama does all the midwifin' now.
So Grandma Esther and Aunt Helga and I make sure we have plants for
medicine. We also help Grandpa Benjamin with the crops and keeping
the garden going. Mama seems to be helping someone sick or birthing a
baby or even a calf every day. She sure gets tired.”
Joseph
stopped a minute before commenting on the boy's family. He let the
vision of the boy soak in. The boy looked small for his age, but
still healthy. His hair was streaked from spending so much time in
the sun. He saw that Esther still prescribed to the Old Ways. He was
glad. And Jeanette had nursed him well and raised him to be a fine
boy. Benjamin had obviously taught him the joy, not the drudgery of
work. Yes, when he looked at this boy, Jonathan, he saw all of them
too. The boy limped some, but not as bad as he remembered. And his
one arm was a little shorter than the other, but he noticed that the
women had tailored his sleeve so it was not noticeable unless you
knew what you were looking for. His speech was a little halting. But
he looked you in the eye, he thought clear, and he was not ashamed of
himself. He remembered the night this boy was born. And now,
Jeanette, Esther, Benjamin, they had done a good job. No, more than
that, yes, they loved him.
While
Joseph was giving Jonathan a look-see Jonathan was doing the same. He
didn't think he had ever seen someone so thin. His clothes hung on
him, even though they really were not that large themselves. His
hands looked like Grandpa's. He had farmed and worked a long time,
and still at it. His eyes looked dim, yet clear as the spring sky.
Jonathan had known old men in town whose eyes were dim, and their
light was extinguished. But not ol' Joseph. Joseph had a limp too.
“Just like me, Jonathan thought.” But Joseph's limp was much
bigger than his. And one arm was shorter. So much that his sleeve
hung limp. The place was neat enough. He could get around, but he
also knew how to just sit. Grandma and Grandpa were like that too.
Himself, he could never imagine it.
“Thank
you for the water, sir. It sure hit the spot.”
“Glad
to hear it. Joseph, remember?”
“Oh,
yes sir...Joseph” At the end of the sentence Jonathan made the most
contagious grin Joseph had seen.
“Come
sit a spell, and then I will take you back to the path leading home.”
“Would
you like to come with me? You know Grandma and Grandpa, I'm sure they
would love to have you to supper.”
“All
in good time. We will soon. But tonight I will lead you back, and
when you know where you are I will come back home.”
The
two sat in silence watching a hawk fly. Often they would look at each
other when they thought that the other was not watching. They were
fascinated with each other, but neither one wanted to be the first to
tell.
When
the hawk was no longer in the sky, they could not help but look at
each other. “Mama will be wonderin' where I'm at.” Jonathan left
his rocker and went inside to fetch a lantern.
“It
will be dark in the woods, till I get you where you know where you
are at. Come on, we don't want anyone to worry.” Then the man
turned and whistled out the side of his mouth, a short shrill
whistle. Jonathan hadn't noticed him before, but out from the other
side of the porch came a large dark brown dog.
“Can
I pet him?”
“Sure,
he'd like that. He's nothing to be afraid of, unless you're stealin'
chickens.”
Jonathan
looked up and as he hoped Joseph had a smile on his face. “Yes,
that's just the way our dog is too and Grandpa's”
The
three of them started back through the deep woods. Jonathan was
amazed at how fast the old man could walk through the brush. Several
times Jonathan got behind. But the dog stayed with him and when
Joseph noticed, he stopped also and waited. Each time Jonathan looked
to see if Joseph was impatient with him, but no, his face still had
that peaceful feeling he got when he looked deep at Grandpa.
“What's
his name?”
“What?”
“I
forgot to ask you what your dog's name was.”
“Oh,
well, take me a minute, we are pretty silent back here in the woods.
I hardly have to call his name, we just seem to know each other.
Jonathan waited, although they kept moving.
“His
name is Thunder.” said Joseph.
“Thunder?”
“He
was afraid of thunder when he was a pup. And I wanted him to know it
was no bigger than him. In fact it's smaller, because it's just a
sound. So I named him Thunder. It seems to have worked so far.”
“I
like that. Nice to meet you Thunder.” Jonathan paused and watched
his new friend Joseph ahead of him, making sure the light shined for
all. He made his way through the woods, without any doubt which way
to go even though it was getting darker and darker. “I'm glad to
meet you too, Joseph”
“Good.
You are welcome back anytime. Will ya come? Didn't really get to show
ya the place and we didn't really converse much.”
“Sure,
I'll come back if you'll have me. Like Aunt Helga says. I never know
when I get to roam, got to wait until after all the work is done. But
it will be this week. Is that good enough?”
“Thunder
and I will be glad to see ya whenever ya come, Jonathan. Won't we
Thunder?” At that Thunder stopped walking and looked at the two of
them like he was supposed to be doing something, but he wasn't really
sure what. Jonathan and Joseph laughed together and both reached down
to pet Thunder. “See, he will glad to have ya back. He agrees with
me.” said Joseph.
The
trio was mostly quiet for the rest of the journey. Then suddenly,
Joseph turned around and looked at Jonathan. “Do you recognize
those fields?”
“Yes,
we're at the back of Grandpa's land, ain't we?”
“Will
ya be alright to get back from here?”
“Sure
will. But I'm gonna run now. Supper will surely be on the table and
everyone will be worried.”
“When
you get there, you tell your Grandpa that you were with Old Man
Joseph. Ya hear me? He'll understand, and besides, it might keep you
out of trouble with Esther.” Joseph said with a wink.
“Will
do. Good bye Joseph, Good bye Thunder!”
Joseph
and Thunder watched as the boy ran across his Grandfather's field.
His gait was hard and he was probably no faster than Joseph himself.
But the boy ran free.
“The
woods were good to us today Thunder. Maybe I will get a second
chance. And maybe. Just maybe, I'll be able to show my face to some
old friends.” Thunder looked up patiently into Joseph's eyes.
“Don't worry Thunder, they'll probably like you better than me,
when we visit,” he said with a chuckle. With that Joseph turned
around and started back toward his place with the lantern closer to
him now, as it was getting harder and harder to see. Thunder kept
close watch on the way back home, they weren't use to these nightly
excursions.
Jonathan
barely slowed down as he opened the door and ran inside. “I'm home.
I'm sorry I am late. I met a new friend Joseph and his dog Thunder,
through the woods.
“We
were worried, I was just going to send your Grandfather out looking
for you. Your mother is still at the Arnold's waiting for that baby
and you out 'who knows where'.
“I'm
truly sorry Grandma. What's for supper?”
Esther
straightened up over the fire and Jonathan wrapped his arms around
her waist and hugged her. She reached down and completely engulfed
him into her body.
“All
is forgiven. Wash up and sit down.”
Jonathan
did as asked and sat next to his Grandfather. “He said you would
know him Grandpa.”
“What
is this?” Benjamin asked.
“Joseph,
He told me to tell you that I was with Old Man Joseph and you'd
understand.”
Both
Benjamin and Esther stopped and looked at each other over Jonathan's
head. “I guess I wasn't listening,” said Benjamin.
“How
is he Jonathan? Is he well?” asked Esther.
“He
seems to be. He out walked with me in the forest. But Grandma, he is
thin as thin can be. He said that he wanted me to come back and visit
him and his dog Thunder, can I?”
Once
again Esther and Benjamin looked at each other and first Benjamin
nodded his head to Esther and then after barely a hesitation she did
the same so only Benjamin could see. “Just make you are home for
supper next time.” said Grandpa.
“I
will. I can hardly wait to tell Mama.”
“Yes,
she will be interested to know about your adventure for sure.” said
Esther.
After
supper Jonathan went out to the barn ahead of Grandpa to bed the
animals. “Time can heal, Esther, “ said Benjamin.
“Yes,
yes it can. Do you think Jeanette is ready?”
“He
means no harm. She will be wary, but she will see.”
“We
all will see,” said Esther, “yes in time.”
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