Smoke Rings: Spring Rain, Summer Vacation

Our correspondent muses on spring rain, summer vacation, and a child's perception of God, before tackling a few letters from readers either seeking information about gas engines or providing it.


| July/August 1968



Smoke Rings

Spring rain can't douse our smoke rings, and summer vacation won't interrupt them.

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You know, I know you fellows especially will never believe it, but sometimes—like now—it's time to write my column and I can't think of a thing to say. I can just hear those men now saying, "Oh yeah, imagine that, a woman not having anything to say." But 'tis true fellows, honest. So as I was saying, I don't know how it is all over the country but our part of it has had more spring rain than we have seen in years. And it seems even if it is a nice day and the sun is out, you can be sure that in a few hours it will cloud up and there'll be another heavy rain. You know we humans are never satisfied though; I'll bet a little later on in the year we'll probably have forgotten all these moisture-laden days and blurt out, "Oh I wish it would rain!"

One thing about it though: all this rain has pronounced God's beautous wonders all the more. The countryside is lush and green and the flowers are breathtaking. Our rose garden is just blooming profusely. Reminds me of the phrase in the 23rd Psalm" "My cup runneth over"—only I could say "My cup runneth over with beauty"—referring to the rose bushes.

Next week school will be over and we'll plunge headlong into an all too short summer vacation. Our 14 year old son Donald will be leaving next Sunday for a Basketball Camp for a period of one week, and it promises to be a good experience for he and the others that will be attending. It will be his first trip out of the nest for that long of a period anyhow—I'am anxious to see how well his wings will bear the flight, but I'm confident all will be well. After all, some of the instructors will be some of the world-famed basketball players, and that is just most of his world today. What could be of more importance than that to a young basketball player looking eagerly to the future?

And after too many anxious nerve-wracking days of waiting and hoping and trying to guess "Will I or won't I make the cheer-leading squad?" we finally have the holy answer in the affirmative—well almost anyway. Keli, age 11, (well, nearly 12—in December Mom) has been dreaming of nothing else for weeks but to become a cheerleader on the Midget Football Team in the fall and has now been informed she has made it as the official Panther (The black Panther is the symbol of our Teams in all school athletic activities.) SO— she will not be wearing the official cheerleading outfit, but will be dressed in a panther costume and will participate in the cheers and at other times will be doing acrobatic gyrations. Isn't that just wonderful? Or I guess I should say "groovy."

And Thomas Casey, who will be a big 4 years old in September, keeps all of us busy just keeping up with him. Aren't they wonderful at this age though (or any age)? Such a challenge to us who are trying to help mold the character of a useful Christian adult of the future. Must tell you though, we have a wonderful pastor at our church: the Rev. Truman Baker, a jovial, sincere down to earth Dutchman, whom we all love. Much to our regret, we have found that he must leave us in the near future.

Well anyhow, Tomrnie goes to Sunday School and church and in all this time I've not been able to convince him that Pastor Baker isn't God—we've been telling him who he is and he is slowly getting the idea, but still now and then he still speaks of him as God. When I told him Pastor Baker was going to have to leave us and go away and what do you think, he looked up at me with those adorable eyes and childish face and said, "Mommie, is God going back to Heaven?"