The Journey
There was not a time when I did not know Eric. Our parents were close
friends when I was born and I always looked up to Eric who was four years old
when I came into the world. He was a kind boy to put up with a little
girl my age. We both grew up, went away to college, and married our respective
sweethearts. He came back home to be a landscape architect and I came home to
be an elementary teacher.
As a teacher I had many books for
the children to read. It was called my classroom library and consisted
of books that I earned from book clubs, books from bookstores and donated
books.While cleaning up my classroom one
afternoon I picked up a book titled, "Tall Tales of America". I had
not seen it before and didn't know where it came from. It was well worn, and
was not a library book. I was surprised to open the cover and see Eric’s full
name written in a child's writing. What a surprise! It had been twenty years
since my friend had been an elementary school student. Little did I know that I
had been inserted into a JOURNEY that would last more than fifty years.
Through the years, that book followed me from one grade to another,
through numerous years of staying home to raise my own children, through
different schools and then back to teaching. It had been read by children and
read to children. Year after year passed and I eventually retired, taking all
of the books from my collection of class library books. I planned to return
Eric's book to him, but retirement was surprisingly busy. I soon forgot about
my plans for the cherished book stored in a drawer. During late
December of 2014 Eric passed away. The book had to be returned to the family
and I knew that Eric's grandchildren were the perfect ages to appreciate the
tales of Babe the Blue Ox, Paul Bunyan, Davy Crockett and Pecos Bill. Eric’s
entombment ceremony seemed to be the perfect time to get the book back to his
family.
Now, the book is at Betty and Eric’s home and their grandchildren can
read the book whenever they spend time with their grandmother. They can all
enjoy the stories that their grandfather had read when he was their age.