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MARK BOUMAN || 21<br />
and even the backs <strong>of</strong> our shirts and our hair. Once latched on, they’d<br />
worm their minuscule hooks deeper and deeper, irritating our skin. Our<br />
shoelaces became so intertwined with clumps <strong>of</strong> burs that we could no<br />
longer untie our shoes. Removing the burs with our fingers was painful<br />
and usually pointless. Few came out, and more would quickly take<br />
their place.<br />
While Jerry and Sheri and I were dealing with the burs, and Mom<br />
was lugging water up and down the sandy hills, Dad plunked down a<br />
good-sized chunk <strong>of</strong> his paycheck for private flying lessons.<br />
When his desire for a real house became strong enough, though, it<br />
overpowered many <strong>of</strong> his lazier instincts. Dad already had plenty <strong>of</strong> land,<br />
and he struck gold at a county auction when he was able to purchase two<br />
entire houses for a grand total <strong>of</strong> two dollars. <strong>The</strong>y were being torn down<br />
to make room for a new highway that the state was punching through<br />
a section <strong>of</strong> Grand Rapids. Dad picked those houses clean like a crow<br />
on roadkill: lengths <strong>of</strong> lumber, partial sheets <strong>of</strong> plywood, cinder blocks,<br />
cabinets, bathroom fixtures, pipes, and even the occasional straight nail.<br />
Soon, atop one <strong>of</strong> our sandy hills nearest the road, there was a pile<br />
<strong>of</strong> building material bigger than our trailer. Over the days, weeks, and<br />
months that followed, we watched Dad slowly transform that pile into a<br />
new house. It was a simple rectangle built from cinder block, twenty feet<br />
by forty feet, set lengthwise where the driveway ended. He mapped out a<br />
kitchen, a living room, a laundry room, one bathroom, and three small<br />
bedrooms, all <strong>of</strong> which he framed with the scavenged wood. While we<br />
continued to live in the cramped trailer, the Bouman residence steadily<br />
took shape, and with each completed step came a bit more <strong>of</strong> the feeling<br />
that better things were in store for us.<br />
• • •<br />
“Dad, is our new house ready yet?”<br />
I was trying to keep still so as not to bother Dad while he was working,<br />
but the sand and burs in my shoes made me shift from foot to foot.