Saturday, December 19, 2009

Boy and Turtle with Wagon

David walked into the back porch, stomping his little feet which were encased in four-buckle galoshes. The snow fell onto the mat and he flailed his arms to get the stuff off his jacket. An eight-block walk home from school through the cold, the joy of release heightened by the newly falling snow. The new coating atop the ice patches gave the exactly correct surface for shoe, or in this case, galoshes skating. A little run and sw-o-o-o-osh across several feet of the glossy surface.

The hightlight of the day so far was arriving home, because from the time he had been rousted from bed and scooted out the door, he had been suffering all the indignities that a seven-year old could be expected to endure. School was designed specifically to make him suffer. This was his second year at Jefferson School, and the little guy could not think of one good thing about it. Except that 2:20 always came, and he could go home! This year an evangelist from Kentucky was preaching a "revival meeting" at Daddy's church. Mama was the hostess for his stay, and he had been here almost a week now. He would be leaving after this coming Sunday. But it had been fun to have him around, for he seemed to truly enjoy the boy's company. Most evenings after supper they would sit together at the kitchen table while the portly preacher regaled the boy with tales of the wild world from which he came, Kentucky. In turn he elicited from the boy his thoughts and dreams, the likes of which only a seven-year old could ideate.
The good reverend was quite perceptive, and sympathetic to the plight of the youngster. One evening he took the boy's tablet in hand and drew a cartoon. And that pretty much sealed the bond between the elderly gentleman and the child.
(The above is a reproduction by a less talented cartoonist, drawn from memory by the boy nearly seventy years after the fact. Color added just because he had a red pen and a yellow highlighter.)

11 comments:

Silver said...

:) nice drawing and the colours do make it more interesting ;) Amazing that you still have memory of this kind elderly gentlemen. :)

;)
~Silver

Andrea said...

Great picture illustration. Great story.
Blessings, andrea

Secondary Roads said...

The turtle is a great touch. Really tells the story. A picture of your own feelings.

Vee said...

And the evangelist was ...?

vanilla said...

Thank you, Silver. I'm no artist, but the drawing conveys the spirit of the story. Haven't lost all my recall yet. ;)

And thank you, Andrea! And blessings, too.

Chuck, I'm happy that you enjoyed the little story.

Vee, there were so many of them over the years. The one in the story is sort of a composite, but Bennett was the funny one.

Sharkbytes said...

O yes! Having an adult who understands and will draw with you is so special. I had the father of a friend of my mother's. He would draw pigs that turned into houses. It was so silly, but I loved him for it on every visit.

vanilla said...

Oh, Sharkbytes, I have drawn pigs that were indistinguishable from houses, but pigs that turn into houses-- Transformers before their time!

Matt @ The Church of No People said...

That's a great little cartoon! What a fun memory, and amazing that you held onto that thought for so long.

vanilla said...

Thanks, Matt. I am blessed to have a store of good memories. And isn't it a blessing that we tend to 'forget' some of the less pleasant experiences!

Sharkbytes (TM) said...

Well, you've made me think of a post I could do sometime. Sorry school was such a drag.

vanilla said...

Shark, I look forward to your post. School a drag? and I spent only 50 years at it.