You might find yourself asking-What in the world is “Missing Zucchini Days” about ?
As it turns out, on December 3, 2013, Bob (my husband) and I, were comparing childhood memories. Bob was raised in urban Oregon, I was raised in rural Idaho. Bob told me he was spoiled. No real chore demands and quite a lot of free time to do as he chose. He was recollecting about a family, across the street, and being able to frequent their pool, in the summer times, with no real responsibilities.
For my childhood, I was the oldest of 7 children. We all had tasks to do, on a daily basis, which rotated each week. Our summers were filled with many days of weeding a gigantuous garden. We had plenty of extra ***EDIT ALERT***my husband read this last night-12.30.13 and told me there was a word missing*** produce/ZUCCHINI, so we would load up the wheel-borrow or wagon and head down to the corner and sell our delicacies. What strikes me now, all the people we sold to, were folks who had their own gardens. I remember how thrilled we would get selling all our produce. How I wish I could thank all our precious neighbors for helping support us 7 millions during our retail days. If chores were complete, a treat for us, older 5, was to walk 5 miles in to town, to the pool for a fun afternoon of swimming. The walk home was enjoyable-we were exhausted, but many times we could hitch a ride home with Dad, if we timed things right.
Maybe pulling weeds and other chores, while growing up, seemed burdensome, then, but nothing compared to getting acquainted with Shawn’s goneness, a chore I would rather not have to do. So, yes, I am “Missin’ Zucchini Days” !!!
A side note: zucchini dipped in egg and flour, then fried. Oh so good !!! Hot zucchini bread with chocolate chips, and smoothered with butter-deeelicious !!! There is, also, a dish Mom made with zucchini, eggs and cheese-nummy nummy !!!
Last week was very tough-Bob was listening to a news show, it was talking about a little girl having gone in for a tonsillectomy, and is now, brain dead. The fight the parents are having to go through to not have the machines shut off…My heart aches for those parents. I know, first hand, the agony of being told I needed to decide how much longer I thought Shawn should be kept alive. I know how alone I was-I, also, knew I would assign mega doses of guilt to myself for giving in too soon. The news report reignited my guilt, regarding giving the decision to the doctors, regarding Shawn’s last days. A painful comment told to me, I need to accept it and move on. Really ? Do you have a clue ???
Did I fight hard enough for Shawn to have a chance at living ??? Will my heart ever have peace, again ??? Do folks really know what it is like to have to decide continuing another’s life-especially their own precious child ??? Am I not trusting God’s working through Shawn’s death ???
I know many parents have not had the privilege to be with their dying child. I was, of course, there for Shawn’s beginning, as well as, his end. Yes, I’m “Missin’ Zucchini Days” !!!
That is all for this week. I am going to be sharing a cute video of Bob and our cute doggererdogs.
For now, K
It was May 28, 2013. I had gone to Moscow = Dad & Mom’s. The week before to be able to a funeral service for an uncle. Now was time to get details in order for Shawn’s service.
It was a laid back morning. Mom catching up on the laundry. The laundry room on the farm, is a porch between the house and Mom’s upholstery shop. I was chatting with Mom while she sorted laundry. I heard this strange noise. Mom hadn’t heard it. I told her that the frig, freezer or dryer were making a strange noise. We paused, after a few moments, there it was again. I wandered around trying to find the noise. I happened to look out the back screen door, hearing the noise, again. I saw something on the back stoop. I mentioned to Mom that I love those things one can wipe their shoes on. She was deeply puzzled. The thing moved as Mom approached the door to tell me there shouldn’t be anything on the stoop. When it scampered away, the back side of the critter indicated it was a porcupine. If you listen, carefully to the video, I am not the only noise maker.
There are several videos of our friend, PorQ. Maybe I can share a little at a time.
My sister Lorrie was certain God gave us this distraction. I wonder why God does that, sometimes ? We did spend several minutes with PorQ. He often was so close I could have easily touched him. His fluffy hair was fine enough that I could see quills on the top of his head. I was not wanting to frighten the little dude, even more, by trying to hold him ~~~ He seemed so lonely , sad, and afraid. I wanted to be able to hold him and comfort him. A side issue. All the months Shawn was in the hospital, I could not comfort him. As a mother I wanted to hold him like he liked to be held when he was a little guy. Shawn had so many bandages and bad places- we couldn’t touch or hold him. I think it is okay to say that he was comforted when I figured out how to gently place my hand on a small spot on his cheek – he would then let his head rest peacefully on my hand. I remember, many times, asking God to help my arm not shake-the peace filled sleep of Shawn was too precious and I did not want the time spoiled because of my weakness.
I hope to figure a way to add more adventures with PorQ, in the days to come. Maybe one of you will have a little ~~~ to share about a God given distraction. Bye for now K
P.S. Please overlook my writing imperfections.
Mr. D & Dawnee thanking Veterans and singing to my Dad.
I just think these ducks are so cute !!! Not in a bragging way.