My family wasn’t
one to dither about things. Determined to
turn Dad’s sudden departure into a positive experience, the following week, we
bought white paint for his old room. Mom
painted the walls while I did the trim and doors. We bought white permanent press curtains at
the five and dime in Woodlawn, and a few pieces of furniture from flea markets.
We brought the sofa up from the basement and recovered it with a fresh brown
corduroy fabric and added a few pillows for a television room.
For the first time
since I could remember, it felt like the tension in the pressure cooker lifted.
That summer, my
mother got a National Science Foundation grant to study geology at the Ohio
State University Field station in Ephraim, Utah. We drove her mint green
Rambler station wagon with a white top across the country.
It was the best
summer ever. We stopped in a bunch of
caverns, old mining towns in the west, and arrived in Utah after a week on the
road.
We stayed in the
Greenwood Hall in Snow College, where the graduate students with families were
housed. I had my own room.
The summer was an
adventure. I started a business ironing
clothes of the graduate students attending the geology field station. Business was booming and I could hardly keep
up with the workload. It was great to
have spending money also met a few of the locals in town and spent a lot of
time with them.
When I was living
in Utah that summer, I received a letter from my father.
“Honey, I married
a woman named Caral. She is a college
graduate and thirty nine years old. “
That was all he
said about his marriage. He wished me a
good summer and enclosed a fresh five dollar bill for spending money for me.
It was hard to
leave the west. I thought I would always
return and eventually settle in Utah.
But I had two more years of high school and then college ahead of me. I sure was not ready for college. I would give it a try.
I corresponded to a few throughout high
school. Most went off to college and I
loss touch with them.
I rarely saw my
father after that year.
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