Kathy Bassett: Maybell loves us
It was time to go.
We had our cookies baked, but just as we opened the front door, the skies opened up and the rain fell down in torrents. I made a run to the truck, opened the door and went back into the house to tell grandma to make a mad dash for it.
At 88, she grabbed up her folding chair and did just that.
You are probably wondering why anyone would want to venture out in a nasty rainstorm.
Well, even if you aren’t wondering, I’m gonna tell you anyway.
It was Memorial Day.
We were headed to the Maybell Cemetery for the services being hosted by the Maybell Women’s Club with services conducted by Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 4265, American Legion Post 62, the Sons of the American Legion and the Rev. Linda Taylor.
We were going despite the storm. My thoughts were that those who fought for our freedoms went through a whole lot worse than a little storm. We had the freedom of partying, visiting, vacationing or doing whatever we wanted to do on Memorial Day, even if it meant not to go honor those who sacrificed everything just for us.
Once we arrived, it was no longer raining, but the wind was blowing briskly and a cold, cloudy atmosphere surrounded us. We all placed our plates of cookies on the table with the lemonade and iced tea, then huddled up next to one another in our lawn chairs hoping the person on either side of us would make a good windbreak.
And guess what? All you dudes out there that think Maybell is the armpit of the earth? Well, she loves us.
Maybe ‘cuz we don’t call her names or get ugly with her, but love her back. I think I heard her over in the corner whispering to Mother Nature, or maybe it was just the wind dancing on the wire fence.
Suddenly, the wind subsided, the temperature rose a bit and the sunlight played “hide and seek” and “I see you” among the clouds.
The services began with Betty Morris playing music on her little organ, and the Maybell Bible Church Choir singing America’s great patriotic songs.
I know it wasn’t Arlington Cemetery, and there were no big wiggity diggity celebrities there, but nobody or no place could have had any better feelings and awesome moments than our little group of Maybell residents as they reflected and honored those who had fallen. We not only had the wonderful men who came from Craig to help us pay our respects, and the music and singing, but in the silences between songs and tributes, Mother Nature threw in several species of birds to sing for us. Not even the 21 gun salute scared them away.
We thoroughly enjoyed the drinks and home-baked cookies from the women’s club ladies afterwards. I heard several people comment that it was dumping in Craig.
So, the weather was nasty all around Maybell, but Maybell was smiling down on us. A huge thank you to those men who took time out of their day to come to Maybell just for us. You are all special. As we were all preparing to depart for home, the wind started coming back up and the clouds once again were looking black, blue and purplish. By the time we got home, it was thundering with lightning, and yeppers, pouring down the rain.
We’ve all heard the saying “Home is where the heart is!” Yeppers, you can live in the fanciest mansion in the world, but if your heart isn’t there, then it is just a place. There are lots of times when folks don’t like their homes and wish they had something else, but life is the dealer.
We take what we’re dealt and like it, or we can just be bitter hateful ole souls that nobody likes to be around.
You always can do something to make your home a better place to live if you don’t like it. Even if all you can do is grab up a drinking glass, Kerr fruit jar or beer can and poke some dandelion blooms in it and sit it on the table.
Hey, it’ll bring a smile to somebody’s face. By the time the dandelions served their purpose, there will be other flowers around to pick and choose from. Get your imagination hat on.
There are lots of people who don’t get the choices we have. Life is over for them way too soon. Memorial Day was a great reminder of this fact. So smile awhile.
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