TITLE: MEMORIES OF MY BROTHER, GAYLORD-(CONTINUED)
By Verna Mull
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One Sunday evening, (meat-axe that I was) I decided to stow away back of the driver’s seat in Gaylord’s car. My father actually gave me permission, (which is hard to imagine) He was going to take his girlfriend to her home, before coming to his home.
On the way to taking Verna home, Gaylord stopped at the park. They sat and talked and talked; and I was lying on top of a carjack, and just had to move a bit. Verna heard a noise, and said,
"there’s somebody behind this seat!” Gaylord said, “I think it was just a weed that popped loose from under the car”. For a moment, I thought that I was safe, but carefully moved again. Verna said “There IS someone back there”, and she reached over the seat, her hand touched me, and she let out a loud scream! Well, I was discovered, and Gaylord was about as angry as I’d ever seen him! He threatened to make me walk home, which was 3 miles. I told him “Daddy gave me permission.” Well, he suddenly took Verna home, and then we went home. (I stayed in the back seat for safety.) Somehow, we all survived that occasion also.
Gaylord and Verna were soon married. They came to live with us for a while. I can’t remember the circumstances surrounding that. Verna and Gaylord both had jobs. Mama did their washing, and Mama made me iron their clothes. Ironing was quite different than today. We had what we called “flat irons” We had several of these, and they were heated on the old cook stove. When one got cool, we just clipped a handle on a different one, and kept on ironing. I was very resentful that I didn’t only still have to iron Gaylord’s clothes, but hers too! Mama said that Verna worked hard, and this was the least I could do”. (I surely hadn’t learned to love my neighbor as myself!)
The only other incident of their stay at our house was what we listened to on the radio on Saturday evenings. Gaylord and I had always listened to a certain program on Saturday nights, but, because of Verna, we had to listen to a different one, and that irritated me.(I’ll have to say, however, that I’ve always looked at her as a true sister, and really learned to love her very much.)
Later in my life, (not as late as it should have been), I was married, and, of course, didn’t have much to live on. We worked on a farm, and were supplied with the milk from one cow. I skimmed off all the cream, and when there was enough, I would churn butter. Gaylord and Verna bought butter from me, and paid as much for my butter as they had to pay for creamery butter. I’m sure it was only out of the kindness of their hearts: because it couldn’t have tasted as good as the creamery butter!
Verna was always full of fun. One day they stopped by our house when we were gone. It was April fool’s day, and she exchanged the sugar in our sugar bowl for salt. They left a note that they had been there; but, we didn’t discover the “sugar” until the next morning. I was used to April fool tricks, and thought it was hilarious. My husband, Paul, was not impressed!
Paul and I stayed with Gaylord and Verna’s son, David, while Verna gave birth to Lyle Dean. She had made sandwiches for us, and I had eaten a couple of them. When she went out of the door, she asked, “How did you like the sandwiches?” I said, “They are great” She then informed me that they were made out of beef tongue, and I almost lost my supper! Obviously, the sandwiches were great. It was just the thought of eating tongue that got to me.
I never cared for “head cheese” either. We always butchered, and nothing was wasted. We had heart and liver also. Well, I got so I liked the liver, (if it was smothered in enough onions) but I still wouldn’t knowingly eat tongue! (If Verna reads this, I may get another surprise one day!)
Gaylord and Verna hold a large place in my heart, and I’ll always cherish many memories of their love and caring, not just for me, but for many others. They had learned to love their neighbor as their selves.
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