Iron Man Of The Month

| July/August 1967



It is so long since I have sat down at my typewriter and turned out any piece of work that this column is going to be a refreshing experience for me. Spring has come to Wisconsin, and the warm days, and the cool, are rather battling it out to see who can win. The jonquils are opening their pretty faces and the small bulbs are about through. The roadside, which I wrote about once before, is beginning to show some results of my efforts. If once we get the little bulbs started on the road banks they soon scatter their little seeds to the winds and spread from place to place. This spring I found a chiondoxia blossoming almost thirty feet from where the other bulbs were planted. So here we have the start of another colony of settlers.

Just for encouragement I took a small detour in our near-by city of Waupun last week, and someone had done this same thing a number of years ago. One whole side of the dooryard was blue with tiny blossoms and it did the heart good to see it.

That was a wonderful day, any way I look at it. I had looked forward to Friday for at least two months. An old friend came to spend the day with me. She comes from West Africa and will be returning there in July. Maude is an English teacher and has taught for many years. In between her two experiences of teaching she came back to our community and took care of her aged mother until she passed away. Then Maude, at about sixty years of age, went off to West Africa to teach English in a Mission School. Never have I seen a happier person. She not only gave herself to the task but gave of her substance as well. She was not sent by a human agency, but by one much higher who knew how well she would live her life there.

What a day of exchanging thoughts we had! And she left with me her enthusiasm, and her joy as well. But also she left two King Ebony carvings, the heads of an African boy and girl, which I shall treasure all my life. As she prepares to go back to the continent of Africa may God go with her.

She had come when I needed diversion, and I think the whole family needed guests for a change. We can become so bogged down. I was so engrossed in writing, (all long-hand for the book) that I almost dreamed of it at night. There are some 53,800 words down, so far, and most of this has been rewritten. I hope by the time I come to write another column it will all be finished and sent off to some publisher. It seemed so good to have a change, but I am still berating myself for forgetting to put napkins on the table. I'm sure they use them, even in West Africa, and I am duly mortified at the memory of my thoughtlessness. I suppose none of the rest of you do things like this. Well I do.


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