Wednesday, May 16, 2012

MY LAST SUMMER AT HOME chapter 69

Leaving Della was difficult but seemed to be the right thing to do. I had no idea that this would be my last summer in Omaha. I’m lousy at predicting the future.
Bruce traveled east with me. We went through Winnipeg to visit Roy and then on through Minneapolis. We pulled in rather late thinking it will be not problem finding a place to stay. Wring. It was terrible. We could not find a single motel/hotel with a vacancy. There was some huge convention in town and they had everything tied up. We kept moving on south until finding a place in a small town south of Metropolis.
I lived in Omaha and Bruce lived in Oregon, but he was going to visit his Grandparents in Van Meter IA near Des Moines before flying home to Oregon. When I moved to Oregon in 1980 I through of Bruce from time to time and even tried to find him. I never had any success. He bounced back into my mind because of the blog and I found him through facebook. For the life of me I could not figure out why we got as far as Minneapolis. It was too far each for Omaha and way to far east for Oregon. I’m glad I found him. I love solving mysteries. It appears he may have lived in Portland, OR all this time. So close yet so far.
I had some part time work back at Kinney Shoes. I covered for vacations and heavy days. They could call me at the last minute and I would work if I were in town. I knew I wasn’t going to be there for the back to school rush as I had been elected Student Body President and had to be back early to plan for the fall activities and beginning of the new school year.
Once again I spent a few weeks at Rivercrest Bible Camp. I really loved Al’s parents and could hardly turn them down. This year I felt like I knew what I was doing and I wasn’t hobbling around with my side about to split open. Two weeks were spent with junior boys and one with high school boys. I met a sophomore guy who spent the first two weeks working in the kitchen and third week as a camper. He was a nice enough kid. Very quiet and seemed depressed. We got to know each other a bit in the first two weeks and he asked for my cabin in week three,
Kips story nearly broke my heart. The hardest part was that I did not know how to respond, or what to do, if anything. His parents were divorced and just a few weeks before he came to camp his mother died in a car accident. Dad had already married a younger trophy wife and had no more interest in the boy. I think he was 14 or 15. He had arranged his summer to be away at camps until school started in September. After Rivercrest he was scheduled to wash dishes at another camp that then be a camper again. It was with Kip that I had the first real pull on my heartstrings to rescue someone in distress. I had no idea how to help nor what to do, so we talked and prayed and separated at the end of camp. I do wonder whatever happened to Kip?
Because my own movement was a lot of running around, I was at home, at camp, at home, at work, with friends. It seemed like I couldn’t stay still. I spend all the time I could with friends when I was around. I cherished every moment.
While the money was not rolling in, school was still cheap. I think I got a small amount from Al’s parents and a couple of their friends. I made my car payments the four months I was home. I offered to sell the car again, but dad insisted I keep it. But I did have one thing worth selling. A few years back I had upgraded to a better quality accordion. Would you believe I played the accordion for five or sic years and never did get very good. I made enough on the sale of that thing that I no longer wanted so I could pay for a semester and a half. The gift money and what I had earned at the shoe store took care of the rest. I calculated what I would need to go to Ontario for Franklin and Donnas wedding, then drive to Red Deer, Alberta to collect Della and drive back to Regina. After all that, I had enough to barely buy the cheapest engagement ring one could get at Zale’s. So that’s what I did. It was such a pathetic thing I always told Della I found it in Cracker Jack’s; I swear it looked like it. You had to squint to see if it really had a diamond.


 Not the actual diamond, but what it looked like in my mind.
This is 18 carets, mine was more like .00001 carets.

God gave me enough to do it all, but it would the Christmas rush job at the Canadian Post Office that provided spending money. Talk about exhaustion. I will, but that will be later.

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