I found two of these on each side of the aster and went back the next day to see one liked the other very well, for dinner perhaps.
These Buckeyes are amazing to look at up close. They have fur around their body and fringe all around the edge of their wings.
This is a continued story from my last post, so if you mssed the first part please look back first.
Pictures were a favorite to get out and he often liked to display some of his from the military. Each set would have a story or two, many never heard before. Thoughts on his mind carried the wisdom for all to hear. An old, worn album had aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents, some in sod homes. He often would make sure one knew how these were built and often shared some tales of hardship out on the prairie. Mice ate holes into the home and other critters followed these paths. Harsh winds, rain and erosion worked on these homes, wearing them away. From these homes they prospered and built nice ones once they had tamed the land a bit. It was a rugged life, and this was a rugged family. Generations had seen what good hard work could do for a family and they labored on building spirit across our nation. The tinplates of various people were very interesting to the kids, and he even had a couple with he as a baby. Then, out would come that shot of him standing on the wing of a trainer, sitting in the cockpit of a biplane, or dapper gentleman in uniform.
A big family was always more than what you had, but at the time five or six kids was nothing. His family was small growing up, two brothers died from childhood illness, common for the time. The family down the street had nine kids and that seemed a bit big, but to him a happy number. The father’s always worked and only a few mothers worked outside of the home. A family whose father had met him had thirteen children, so they were the route all hand me downs were sent. Nothing was ever wasted; in fact planning was made who might need something when your kids outgrew it. To share everything in your home was very common, so an extra kid was greeted at the table often with an extra potato thrown in the pot. Bread may have been an added course, perhaps covered in gravy or peanut butter and jelly to stave off a still hungry child. Leftovers were never around very often, and he often chanted, ”It is a long time until breakfast,” if it looked like there might be. There was a pride in seeing his wife’s fine meal devoured. He used the chant at a family gathering and was met with the steel glare of his mother-in-law, poor table manners perhaps. He smiled and continued irritating her with everything else he could add to his folly. A look from his wife and he offered dessert with a smile, clearing some plates.
Spreading out meager paychecks was sometimes hard. Both of their parents were fairly well off, but a penny was never asked for. At Christmas a check came for he and his wife from her parents with an emphasis on spending it more on herself, but often it was spread out to give the kids a little extra. There was not going to be any extras in the grocery cart, and groceries were bought for the entire well-planned week. Caution was thrown to the wind one week when forty dollars had been spent. It produced a lot of sighs and moans for a few days, but the good meals ironed out the problem. A move to a nearby state was created with a twenty dollar a week raise. Not having a lot of extras, they never considered themselves rich or poor, just happy. His wisest investment had to be his family he felt.
Finally a time came when all the kids were moving on outside of the home and his funds enlarged. He always wanted the table to be full still and it was hard to adjust to. Many neighbors enjoyed some of the creations he now made; it was hard to cook for a small amount. The sharing of the food made it more fun to prepare. He often called someone who liked a dish he was going to make and asked them over or shared the leftovers. Soon he even looked at things he never thought of buying and began a different lifestyle. His wife still carried the checkbook, and he a single one always in his billfold. His in-laws were over one day and suggested he maybe buy some stock and he jokingly said he liked to make it from scratch. A glare pierced him from different directions from the women in the room and he went into a joke to share. That steel piercing gaze never stopped until he left the table, always smiling and asking if he could get anyone anything else to eat, ”It was a long time until breakfast.” He left to the safety of his television room in the basement until called back for dessert. Afterwards he was outside playing catch with a neighbor girl who asked if he could come out and play. Twin bare spots still existed on the front parking where everyone still played catch.
More to come......................