The first time we set eyes on the beautiful dress “big Red.”father, mother and I were walking slowly through the freshly fallen snow on our way to Hubble's Hardware store on Main Street.
The colorfully decorated window display held the best toys ever and some other things. And hey were all placed pleasantly beneath the breathtaking dress of Big Red. Mother’s eyes were glued to the massive flame of red satin(绸缎)，dotted with twinkling stars.
“My goodness,"she managed to say in dreamlike wonder."Would you just look at that dress!"Then,totally out of character, mother unexpectedly danced on the slippery sidewalk. Beneath the heavy,grey wool coat that she had worm every winter for as long as I could remember,mother lost her balance and fell clumsily. Father quickly caught her.
Her cheeks redder than usual, mother blamed dad for laughing."Oh,stop that!" she ordered, as my father swept the snow from her coat."What a silly dress to be displayed there in the window of Eaton's!" she shook her head in disbelief. "Who on earth would want such a brightly-colored dress? It is too expensive."As we continued to walk down the street, mother turned back for one more look."My goodness! You'd think they'd display something that a person could use!”
Christmas was around the corner and the red dress was soon forgotten.Mother was not the one to wish for, or spend money on,things that were not practical."There are things we need more than this,"she'd always say, or,"There are things we need more than that."
Father,on the other hand, liked to buy things whenever the budget allowed. Of course,he'd get a scolding for his occasional spending like this,but it was all done with the best intention.
On our last trip to town before Christmas,we were driving up Main Street when mother suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “Would you just look at that!"She pointed excitedly as Dad drove past Eaton's."That big red dress is gone,” she said in disbelief. “It's actually gone."
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Dad looked quickly and smiled,"Yes,it is not there!”
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I'll never forget that Christmas morning when father handed mother a box.
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Run through the rain
She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth, it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We all waited, some patiently, others annoyed, because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always fascinated by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome relief from the worries of my day.
Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance(昏睡的状态) we were all caught in, “Mom, let’s run through the rain.” she said.
“What?” Mom asked.
“Let’s run through the rain!” She repeated.
“No, honey. We’ll wait until it slows down a bit.” Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: “Mom, let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get soaked if we do.” Mom said.
“No, we won’t, Mom. That’s not what you said this morning,” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.”
“This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”
“Don’t you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!”
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The entire crowd stopped dead silent.
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We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars.
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Having been teaching anthropology (人类学) at Dartmouth College for 15 years, I still remember the day when I first encountered the book Margaret Mead’s Coming of Age in Samoa, a very important book on the study of the social and cultural development of peoples.
When I was fourteen, I earned money in the summer by cutting lawns, and within a few weeks I had built up a body of customers. I got to know people by the flowers they planted, by the things they lost in the grass or stuck in the ground on purpose. I learned something about the measure of my neighbors by their preferred method of payment: by the job, by the month—or not at all.
Mr. Ballou fell into the last category, and he always had a reason why. On one day, he had no change for a fifty, on another he was simply out when I knocked on his door. Still, except for the money, he was a nice enough old guy, always waving his hat when he’d seen me from a distance. Sure, I kept track of the total, but I didn’t worry about the amount too much.
Then, one late afternoon in mid-July, the hottest time of the year, I was walking by his house and he opened the door, mentioned me to come inside. The hall was cool, shaded, and it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dim light.
“I owe you,” Mr. Ballou, “but...”
I thought I’d save him the trouble of thinking of a new excuse. “No problem. Don’t worry about it.”
“The bank made a mistake in my account,” he continued, ignoring my words. “It will be cleared up in a day or two. But in the meantime I thought perhaps you could choose one or two volumes for a down payment.”
He gestured toward the walls and I saw that books were stacked (堆放) everywhere. It was like a library, except with no order to the arrangement.
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Mr. Ballou encouraged me to read, borrow or keep the books I like.
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To this day, thirty years later, I clearly remember this experience.
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I had a trip to New Mexico last year, a trip I still remember very well to this day. I went to a place called Philmont and attended a summer camp. There were thirteen people including me. The entire 10-day hike we took through those mountains went well, except for the second day, because of the terrible weather.
It had been a nice sunny day up until we were halfway to the camp we were staying at that night. Then without a word it started raining gently. There was nothing too bad and certainly nothing we couldn’t handle. We put our raincoats on and continued on our way. It stayed raining slightly for a while, so I decided it would be a good idea to say, “Well, it can’t be much worse than this, right?” And in less than five seconds the thunder crashed around us. It almost sounded like a laugh, as if it was laughing at us. Then the rain started to come down harder, and then, the hail (冰雹) came.
Getting hit with balls of ice in the middle of the New Mexico mountains was not something I had ever thought would happen to us, but here we were. All thirteen of us were wishing at that moment that we could go home. But we quickly abandoned the idea. It was freezing, and my feet felt like they might fall off. Wet, cold, and carrying 40 pounds on our backs, we hiked on.
But soon enough we got lost for about a mile because of a mistake that our “Navi-guesser” made on getting us to our destination. At the same time, one of our boys got a minor case of hypothermia (低温症). We decided to stop for a while, unpacking our tents to get into a nice warm sleeping bag. I don’t know if you know this, but unpacking camping gear (装备) in the rain was not very fun, especially setting up a tent.
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We came up with a solution.
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The rain stopped just as we were about to start.
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Grandparents often have interesting names. Their grandchild decided on those names. My firstborn grandchild named me “Doll”. I will never forget the day Spencer hugged me and, in front of a roomful of people, called me “Doll. My Doll Baby!” From that point on, I was known as Doll or Doll Baby. It’s a given.
For the most part, it’s fine, even endearing, to hear my grandchildren call me Doll. But there was one occasion ... I picked up five-year-old Spencer from kindergarten and brought him home to spend the night with us. When we arrived home, Spencer wanted to show me a new trick he learned on his skateboard.
Spencer was pretty good. He had learned how to step on the back of the skateboard so that the front tipped up, and then quickly put his front foot down on the board and take off. Cool! Then it was my turn. Luckily, I had played around with skateboards in my day. I put my right foot on the back of the board and tipped up the front. So far, so good. I brought my left foot down with every intention of rolling forward.
Good intentions. Bad form. I fell hard on my elbow (肘部) as the skateboard flew across the driveway. My injury was minor, but Spencer raced into the house and took a Boo-Boo Bunny (波波兔) ice pack from the freezer to bring me comfort. It helped my arm, but not my pride.
Seeing this, my husband Tom blamed me seriously. “Do you realize how bad that could have been?” He shouted. “I mean, what if you had hit your head and had been unconscious (昏迷的)?” He was right. That evening, Spencer climbed onto our bed. Tom praised him for getting the Boo-Boo Bunny and taking care of me. “What if Doll had been badly hurt, Spencer? Do you know what to do in an emergency?” Tom asked. “Yes! Call 9-1-1!” Spencer was proud he remembered what to do.
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My husband helped Spencer practice calling 9-1-1 emergency call, pretending I hurt my head seriously.
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That night, I quarreled with my mother, and then stormed out of the house. While on the road, I remembered that I did not have any money in my pocket, I did not even take my cell phone with me to make a call home．
At the same time, I went through a noodle shop, and I suddenly felt very hungry. I wished for a bowl of noodles, but I had no money!
The seller saw me standing before the counter and asked, “Hey little girl, you want to eat a bowl？” “But …but I do not carry money …” I shyly replied．
“Okay, I’ll treat you．” the seller said, “come in, I will cook you a bowl．”
A few minutes later the owner brought me a steaming bowl of noodles. After eating some pieces, I cried．
“What is it？” He asked．
“Nothing. I am just touched by your kindness!” I said as I wiped my tears. “Even a stranger on the street gives me a bowl of noodles, and my mother, after a quarrel, chased me out of the house. She is cruel （残忍的）!”
The seller sighed, “Girl, why did you think so? Think again. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you felt that way. Your mother has been taking care of you since you were little, why were you not grateful and why did you hurt your mom? You should say sorry to your mom.”
I was really surprised after hearing that．
Why did I not think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel grateful, and my mother has raised me since I was little and I have never felt so, not even a little．
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Just at that moment, many memories came back into my mind．
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“Where’s the rest of my paper?” thundered an angry Papa Bear, storming into the living room. It didn’t take him long to find Brother Bear and the sports section.
“I just borrowed it.” said Brother. Papa snatched it up and plumped down in his easy chair. Brother wandered into the kitchen looking for sympathy from Mama Bear. “Gee,” he said, “what’s eating him?” “Your father looks forward to his evening paper,” Mama said, “and he has a perfect right to be annoyed when half of it is missing — and furthermore, thank you not to refer to your father as him!”
She stomped out of the kitchen.
“Why not? He’s a him, isn’t he? Gosh,” said Brother, “what’s eating her?”
What was “eating” Mama was Sister Bear. Sister had been on the phone with Lizy Bruin for almost an hour.
“But Mama!” she protested when she was told to say good-bye.
“Don’t But Mama’ me!“ said Mama Bear. “This is not your private phone. You’ve had all day to talk to Lizy at school, and you’ll have all day to talk to her tomorrow. So hang up that phone now!”
Sister did as she was told.
“Phew!” breathed Brother as he fell into the seat beside Cousin Fred on the school bus.
“Tough morning?” asked Fred.
“You better believe it!” said Sister, taking the seat Lizzy had saved for her.
The four compared notes on the way to school. The children agreed that while there was no doubt that their parents loved them, they were a little difficult to get along with sometimes. They nagged (唠叨); they said no a lot; and they never wanted kids to have any fun.
“Hey,” said Brother as they got off the bus, “what are we going to do for the Parents Night Talent Show?” “Don’t know,” said Lizzy. “Let’s think about it”
When the four searched their brains, Brother snapped his fingers and said, “I’ve got it! Remember what we were talking about just now?” “Sure,” said Fred. “We were saying how grownups can be a big pain.”
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“Well,” said Brother, “let’s put on a play about that, and call it...”
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Despite the difficulties in the preparation, especially costumes, their big day came finally.
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