Good Morning world! It is 5:25 AM as I start this. Happy Birthday, Bret Mercer! Today I actually felt a twinge of happiness as I crawled out of my little bed. You all know the saying, "Where there is life, there is hope." And if that were not enough to make me happy, Bret told me they have lifted the burn ban! He did say to call to confirm that, but just knowing that I could possibly be able to burn my brush piles after a year of not being able to, pleases me.
Laying in my bed and enjoying the last moments before the day begins is my favorite time of day. This morning my mind drifted back to before I married Kenneth. At that time he was still married to his first wife and lived out east of town. Charlie and I had just moved to Colorado from Kansas. He had lived here before and wanted to return and start a business. I was game for anything at that point and my kids were back and forth between Hutchinson and Lakin, Kansas, so Pueblo was my destiny.
To get back to the point, Kenny was friends with all his neighbors and Louie was an old bachelor that lived across the highway from Kenneth and Wanda. He was an engineer on the railroad and ran the train through the canyon to somewhere in western Colorado every day. He returned every night.
Now, Louie lived in a rather ramshackle house in the midst of his animals. He raised pigs, goats, cows, and chickens. Might have had a turkey in the lot. His chicken house was 2 stories and Kenneth always found that fascinating. The whys and wherefores of Louie is irrelevant, but his uniqueness was legendary.
I learned at some point from Kenneth that Louie had married a 29 year old woman. What he told Kenneth was basically this; "Yep took me a wife. She is a big one, but when I took her to the court house for the license. the man told me it costs the same to marry a big one as a little one and I wanted to get my money's worth."
Of course I wanted to meet her so I made arrangements to go for a visit. When she opened the door, I knew why Louie had taken the plunge. She was a big woman! She was probably close to 6 feet tall and heavy, but not obese. She was dressed in a moo moo. It reached from her shoulders down to the floor and she seemed to float across the floor. It was not the dress or her size that caught my eye, but rather what was peeking out under the hem of her garment!
She was barefooted and 2 tiny chickens were under her skirt. As she walked across the floor they were apparently busy under there staying out of her way. Linda was a very warm and caring person and I spent several afternoons at her kitchen table, just passing the time of day "oohing and aahing" over the tiny animals she cared for under her skirt.
Sadly, Linda did not live past 30 and when she passed Louie had her cremated with the explanation that he could finally lift her! He took her on his final run through the canyon and left instructions that the same ride would be the one he took when the time came.
Years have passed since those days and I am the only one still on the up side of the sod. Life gets lonely here on my little acre, especially with the covid 19 pandemic. I just thank God every day for the people in my life like Louie and Linda who have graced my doorstep and brightened my life in some small way. It is my earnest prayer that someday I will be able to see all the unique friends I have met over the years.
That would sure make heaven a brighter place!
