So today I took to the highways and byways for a home delivery. While it sounds exciting, it was just a straight shot down Route 5 to Palatine Bridge.
I have known this dear reader since I was a child; she and her husband, along with my parents, once belonged to the same “pitch” group who gathered at each other’s homes once a month.
As a child, it was always fun when my parents hosted. Card party meant snacks and special yummy sweet treats; cheese and dips, chips and Bugles and a glorious cake. I recall both German Chocolate and a hazelnut tort that took hours to prepare.
All the players were farmers so Card Party never began until 7:30/8:00 PM; after milking and supper. While we could stay up and say hello, once all the players arrived we had to go to our rooms. We fell asleep hoping there would be some leftover goodies for the next day.
Anyway, I reached out to my dear reader last week. She quickly told me that she thought she would never hear from me again! I had last delivered to her prior to mid-March. I told her that delivery could start again and I would bring her some books on Thursday and I would be masked and gloved. She assured me she was not “afraid”.
When I arrived, she had already placed her returns in between the front doors. I quickly made the exchange and as I walked back to my car she popped her head out for a quick hello and thanks. It is great to be in service to her again and I will zoom off again next month.
As I was driving back and seeing the parched fields it made me think that in today’s world with Covid and social unrest, there was much to be learned from her husband, my dad and the other card playing farmers.
Our nation would be far better off if everyone thought and conducted themselves like farmers; kind and supportive of neighbors, steadfast, patient, respectful of Mother Nature and always humble.