Become a Fan
Love on the open road Chapter six
By Pam L Potter
Saturday, July 06, 2002
Five months has passed, they are still headed for Jackson. County,
which is only a few weeks way, but the cold winter snow had them
living in little farming town. Pingya finally found work after a
week of searching at the train station as a baggage man. The little
money they had was spent renting a small house near the railroad
station. Every night the midnight train woke up the baby screaming.
" Is there any other house's in this town?"
" No, we can always moved back in the wagon?"
Sammy didn't want that, she was sick of being cramped up and she
remembered last winter trapped at Samuel and Liza.
" No, this is better, beside we spent all our money, we half to
I wished we could of made it home-"
He threw up his hands, slams the door, knows what she was going to
say. Sammy looked around the small little two room log house, which
was very warm, with the huge rock fireplace between the
parlor-kitchen area, and small bedroom added on sometime by former
owners, at the right of the main room. She had replaced, the dirty
worn out curtain, which cover the window in the parlor area, with a
patchwork quilt, that Mae had given before they left. It was
beautiful, with a yellow star in the middle, with different colors
of squares of her old satin dresses of red, and blue and yellow all
around it. It was a twin size quilt, and she nail it up over the
glass window, which kept the cold air out sobbing.
Eight months has passed they hardly noticed the train whistle that
whizzed by their house four times a day. One morning Sammy is pours
hot coffee in Pingya's cup, Pingya we're going have a baby again. I
thought he was going to choke on his coffee and die. When he was
alright again, he looked up at me, pale as a ghost, Are you sure?
Sure I'm sure! You don't want the baby do you? I still can't believe
he had sat there a few minutes watching our fourteen month old
daughter Fumiko, squirming in her highchair playing with her dry
toast. Why do I always cry when he makes me mad? He sure took his
sweet time banging on our locked bedroom door, rattling the
doorknob, after I ran in there. I told him to go away, but he had
kept begging me to open the door, that he was sorry, he loves, and
our daughter Fumiko, and would love their new baby just as much. Why
couldn't he said that in the first place. I didn't get this baby by
myself! He could of stayed on his side of the bed if he didn't want
to take a chance on making a baby! No, he's has to blame it all on
me! She thought.
Sammy jumps back, as her husband squeezes her hand as hot steaming
tea over flow across the table, drips on the floor.
" Samantha, I think I have enough coffee. Where is your mind at?"
He asked her sternly, as she put the tea pot back on the stove, then
grabs a rag to wipe up the spill, on the table. He take the rag from
her. Then he wiped the spill off the wood floor, because she was now
eight months pregnant, and she can hardly sat down in the kitchen
chair. " Thinking about our unborn baby."
" Obviously. I must go now for work. Red, and I are going to looked
for Christmas tree's after work. Misty, told him to get a big one,
this year. He told me last year he brought home, a five footer. He
thought was big, Misty says bigger!"
He grins making his arms spread wide to showed her. She grins as she
is wiping Fumiko's strawberry jam stain finger's, with her damp dish
rag, she just pick up from the water basin, on her dry sink, which
was only three hand made wooden boxes, nail together, underneath the
kitchen water pump.
" This year Fumiko will be old enough to enjoy the tree. and by next
year we'll have our other baby to share Christmas with us, the baby
will be eleven months old then, ain't that right Pingya?"
" Thanks to you it is so."
" Well, I had a little help from you, didn't I? Ain't you the one,
who says, honey it will only take a few minutes, while I'm trying to
go to sleep, after all day and evening trying to keep up with
Fumiko, who seems to never wear down. Well, this little few minutes
lasted nine months honey."
She teases, as he grins kissed her good-by on the lips, then his
daughter good-by on the top of her head.
"Okay, Sammy, I am guilty. I guess we will have a house full of
children, because, I love you. I will always wanted to show you, be
closed to you, only you."
He teased back slips on his wool coat kissing her good-by.
For the rest of the day, until Pingya came home from work, Sammy
cleans her small house the best she could, fixed vegetable soup for
supper, simmers on the cast-iron cook stove, in a big black kettle.
Around two in the afternoon, she tries to put Fumiko down for her
nap, she wouldn't go to sleep, just sat up in her crib, until she
saw her mother, then she laid down, then when she thought her mother
wasn't looking she sat up again. She started to climbed out of her
crib, until she seen her mother who told her she get a spanking if
she didn't laid right down and go to sleep. So she laid back down in
her crib that her father had made her only last month, which was big
enough for at least another year, made out of oak, that he cut down,
from their back yard.
He had worked the whole month of October on it.
As Fumiko finally cried herself to sleep in her crib, Sammy got her
Christmas decoration down from the bedroom closet, she stored in a
old hat box with red roses on it. She laid the box on the kitchen
and pours her a hot cup of tea, and sat down, as her dog Spunky, and
cat Smokey was at her heels, laid down beside her feet. She began
taking out paper stars, she had her sister Christie had made when
they were children, her mother had sent her last week in the mail,
along with a letter, and a big package. Sammy unfolds the letter,
that laid in the hat box, and reread it; December first eighteen
I sure wished I could be with you this time when the baby was born.
But thank the lord, at least that son in-law of mine bringing you
back home as so as he can get you here. There's a farm, not three
miles from here up for sale. A farm house, barn, chicken coop, and
horse corral you sharecropped from Mister Hill. The farm has forty
acres. Your Pa fell last week, in the snow, and ice, but he's okay.
He just sprang his ankle, and driving me crazy, with me waiting on
him hand and foot. I be glad when he can go back out to the horse
barn, and drive the hire hands crazy. Well, in your letter, it
sounds like my little Granddaughter is growing up. Drinking out of a
cup, and walking all over the place. She was just a tiny baby when I
saw her last. Well, your sister Christie sitting here wanting to add
to your letter, as your brother Bobby, so I'll write more later.
sis, and family. I went to the winter dance with a new boy in town,
name Leroy Belk. He tall, and real cute. He's red headed, and blue
eyes. His Pa works at the livery sable, so does he.
He's nineteen. They just came from Ohio, to settle here. I was going
to go with Caleb Jones, remembering me telling you about him? He's
Bobby's friend Ancy Bell's older brother. He took Molly Presser to
the Ice skating party last week, at our creek. I just could of died!
So there was Leroy there standing alone. I walked over to him, and
we talked for hours. He told me all about Ohio. In spring I going to
enter the fair again, with Rainbow in the barrel race. Remembering
me telling you last year we came in second. Well I am sure glad you
three are coming home, I hope to stay. Merry Christmas, I love you
three very much, your sis, Christie. Hi Sammy, and Pingya, and
Fumiko. I missed you very much. I am glad your on your way home. The
three of you can stay in my room, I can go and bunk in the bunk
house! Pa, said it be okay. Did you hear me, that means pa said it
be okay if you three stay here!
Maybe pa's not mad anymore? It's been two years since I seen you, I
missed you. Me, and Ancy Bell, went ice fishing the other day, at
the creek. Her brother Caleb is always asking me about Christie. I
wish if he likes her so much, he talked to her instead of asking me
all the time about her. But I like him better than Leroy! Pa took me
hunting at Thanksgiving. Caleb, and his pa, went with us. Caleb shot
the Thanksgiving turkey. Well bye, Bobby. Well, its me again
sweetheart. Quentin wrote awhile back, he's almost finished with
school. He going to be a Pa for the first time in July, maybe Hallie
will have the baby on your nineteenth birthday, July 4th. Your Pa
told me to tell you hello, he says he still don't like the fact you
married out of your own race, but he says what's done is done. He
like to see you again. Your always welcome in my home, all of three
of you, love your Ma.