There’s been a voice developing in my head over the past year. This voice takes shards of my day and polishes and smoothes until it’s something I don’t mind putting in my window....souvenirs of my motherhood adventure. A toddler meltdown over a popsicle that in the moment makes me want to bang my head against the refrigerator door turns into a funny story that reminds me how far we’ve come from middle of the night feedings. And when I really tune into the voice, I often find insight into God and His love for me. This blog is the recording studio for that voice. My hope is that the souvenirs of my day serve as entertainment and encouragement to those of you who are banging your head against a refrigerator door. And that you’re inspired to find a voice of your own that turns these trying moments into treasured souvenirs.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

A Farm Fairytale



Once upon a time there was an Iowa farm girl.  She was born at home and when the time came, started school in a one-room schoolhouse.  When she was six-years-old, she moved to a farm with a big farmhouse on a road that years later would be known as Erb Road.  That girl grew and grew.  She went to the “big” Luther school with less than twenty students per grade.  She had girlfriends, played basketball, and participated in 4-H.  She was an all-American farm girl.  

It was a typical October Saturday night after World War 2.  She rode along to town with her parents.  They would visit friends while she searched the “big” town of Boone for fun.  Bowling, a movie, or just walking downtown was an exciting change from life in the country.  Little did she know that this night would not only be exciting, but life changing!  The girl and a friend were walking down an alley, when she caught the eye of a farm boy driving down the street.  This farm boy hadn’t been home too long from serving in the War, and he knew a good thing when he saw it.  He had spotted his future wife.  

The farm boy pulled up to the farm girl.  They hit it off immediately, and he invited her to go for a ride to the big city of Ames to pick up his watch that was in for repair.  Without a hesitation she hopped in and so began the first of many road trips the couple would take over the next sixty-seven years. 

The sweet couple had a standing date every Saturday night in downtown Boone, until the farm girl finally told her parents about the boy she met.  Then the dates became more often and more varied.  The couple hated going to movies, which forced them to sit quietly (the farm girl loved talking more than anything) so they opted for picnics and walks and drives.  The girl’s mother would make a picnic lunch out of garden fresh potato salad and the couple would be off. 
 
The boy worked while the girl attended Boone Junior College.  Her studies soon came second to her sweet beau.  She would skip class to take him lunch or visit him on a break.  By summer they were engaged, waiting to get married until after the fall harvest.  There had never been a longer harvest.  The boy worked harder than ever before picking and thrashing the corn on his family’s farm.  

When every last ear had been picked, he and his betrothed headed to Chicago.  They didn’t want a big wedding, which was hard to avoid in small town Iowa, so they opted to marry in Chicago with the boy’s best friend and his wife as witnesses.  The cost of true love was $60 for a medical exam, $60 for a marriage license, and $20 for the preacher.  They married with future lifelong friends by their side and the preacher pronounced them Mr. & Mrs. Donald Erb.  

They returned to Iowa and settled into married life.  The girl traded in junior college for a $35/month job at the local newspaper that paid rent. The boy worked too and they saved every penny to buy a farm.  Before long a baby was on the way.  The future grandpa living on the future Erb Road bought a neighboring farm and let the couple live in the old farmhouse.  The future grandma wanted her daughter to stay at home with the baby, so she offered to pay her daughter $35 dollars a month to be a stay-at-home mom.  And so begins a special farm fairy tale, set in the corn fields of Iowa.  A beautiful story of unconditional love, sacrifice and LOTS of kids

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