A few palaces found out on the prairie
In a tiny town of 114, St.Paul, stands a majestic church and school.
On the left is a statue of Mary holding Jesus that was done by Michelangelo.
The fire chief taking the the truck out for a spin.
As one can see I am well traveled
Some of us just aren't in to getting up early
Sometimes when coming through the mess line a soldier would be reminded of food from home. She often told them they she had made it special for them. This became a good joke if they stayed long, since meals weren’t always the joy of their days. Waves were common when she passed them in town, but it was hard to always remember who they were. A smile broke out, a happy look became common place. It was her mother’s smile her father always said. She always hoped to see them again and a few even sent a few letters. It seemed like a hard time to find those simple things in life that makes one happy, so she appreciated sharing with her short-term friends. It was a healing emotion that made many feel that they were at home, just for a short time more.
A fellow who worked in the grocery often told her he looked forward to seeing that smile. He hammed up a silly face for her each time she came in to remind her to try. He told her it was a face he always did for his daughter, she needed the cheering to get her away from sad thoughts of losing her mother. Soon they met at a dance and the romance blossomed, even though he was a bit older. She hoped their children would get along, but that never happened. Both were opposites in actions and the age span made it hard for them to ever be sisters in a sense. His daughter went off to a private school and off to college, never to really spend much time at his home. His family had came from Germany and still spoke it around home. She always felt out of place never having adapted to learning any language other than English. After three years of dating they were married at a Justice of Peace ceremony at the courthouse. It was hard on their families, but neither wanted to change to the other’s religion. He was Catholic and she Lutheran, both going separate ways on Sunday, until he used her for his excuse to stay home.
A few years after the war was over they started a gift shop, which she managed. A friend had just started a greeting card business and wanted a good outlet, so this became a fixture in their store. Fresh flowers set all around and made that special touch to all the items they sold. Soon her husband sold his grocery and started working full time with her, hardly a day spent without some form of work. This was a good investment, but it took its toll on enjoying life and getting to travel as she so often wished to do. At age thirty-six her daughter had the first grandchild and this was hard for her to imagine being a grandparent. In fact, three children later, the youngest was finally given the approval of calling her grandmother. With many visits by grandchildren broken figurines in the store were shared , shown how to repair them with glue very carefully. Soon they bought the floral business next door and opened up their room even larger. Her customer base had all been built from both of their families and friends from all over the city. A large shipment arrived and a grandson sat in the corner waiting for a broken piece to arise. When he asked if anything was busted he was met with that look, that special look that stopped all thoughts and emotions.
to be continued.............