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Page 10A THE BEACON August 20<strong>19</strong> ALUTE TO THE MILITARY Airman Gwynndalin P. Meyer U.S. Air Force Airman Gwynndalin P. Meyer graduated from basic military training at Joint Base San Antonio-Lackland, San Antonio. The airman completed an intensive, Airman Meyer eight-week program that included training in military discipline and studies, Air Force core values, physical fitness, and basic warfare principles and skills. Airman Meyer is the daughter of Penny Miller and Jonathan Meyer of Lawrenceburg. Airman Robert A. Gilb U.S. Air Force Airman Robert A. Gilb graduated from basic military training at Joint Base San Antonio-Lackland, San Antonio, Texas. The airman earned four credits toward an associate degree in applied science through the Community College of the Air Force. Airman Gilb is the son of John Gilb of Greendale, Ind., and Peggy Clapp of Lawrenceburg, IN., step-son of Keith Clapp of Lawrenceburg, IN., and grandson of Tink Joyce of Aurora, IN., and grandson of Robert Joyce of Aurora, IN. He is a 2018 graduate of Lawrenceburg High School, Lawrenceburg. By Mary-Alice Helms It was a Tuesday morning in May. Tuesdays always were ironing days. I sighed as I rolled the last dampened shirt into a tight ball and placed it on top of all the others in the laundry basket. That was the way we did it in the ’60s. Every household had at least one cleaned soda bottle filled with water and fitted with a “sprinkler.” That was a hollow dome-shaped metal or plastic gadget, pierced with dozens of holes, and with a cork-covered stem which fit snugly into the neck of the bottle. Each piece of ironing would be carefully spread out on the kitchen table and dampened so that it could be ironed smoothly. The soda bottle would be turned upside down and shaken so that water sprayed out of the holes in the sprinkler. The damp pieces were then rolled up and placed neatly in a laundry basket to An Apple Blossom Day keep them from drying out before they were ironed. I didn’t mind doing the ironing. I could listen to the radio or TV while working or play “Riddle-ee-ree” or “Come to visit” with the kids. But today Lisa, 10, and Lynn, 8, were at school and Laura and Scott were outside, playing Wagon Train. I envied them. It was warm enough to have the doors and windows open. A gentle breeze played with the blue and white gingham curtains, and the scent of apple blossoms drifted through the room. Fingers of sunshine crept through the windows, turning the worn linoleum into a carpet of gold. Another sigh. Just as I pulled the heavy ironing board from the closet, the back screen door flew open and Laura flew into the room. “Mom! Mom!” she shouted as if I weren’t just three feet away. Scott, as always, was right on his sister’s heels. “Mom! Mom!” he echoed in his high voice, pitching forward in the red rubber boots he insisted on wearing. The boots were a size too big and made him stumble on every other step. I had to laugh at his efforts to right himself, giggling in the middle of another “Mom.” “What’s so exciting, you two?” I asked. “Have the Martians landed in the orchard?” “No, Mom!” Laura laughed, “We just want you to come outside with us! It’s so nice out, and the wagon train is just about to leave!” “Yeah, the wagon train,” Scott echoed, “Come out with us! Please, Mommy.” “Please, come out with us!” Laura chimed in. I hesitated as I looked at the full basket of ironing, but then shrugged my shoulders, and said, “Well, okay. Just for a little while!” The kids clapped their hands as if I had promised them ice cream sundaes for lunch, and out the door we went. It was, indeed, a beautiful day. The apple trees in our little orchard out back had burst into bloom, seemingly overnight. Each tree appeared to be trying to outdo its neighbor, waving a cloud of white blossoms in the breeze. A wonderful apple-blossom scent perfumed the air. At Laura’s command, Scott climbed into their little red wagon. “Wagons Ho,” Laura cried, and we set off over the bumpy ground of the orchard, me pulling the wagon, Scott hanging on for dear life, and Laura striding alongside, warning us about upcoming groundhog holes, as a good wagon master must do. “Look out! Thar’s a herd ‘o buffalo over thar.” She was pointing at the neighbors’ cows lined up along the other side of the fence, docilely chewing their cud. No doubt they were waiting for the kids to come and pet their soft noses, as they often did. In the summertime, the kids fed apples to them, until our neighbor kindly asked them to stop, as too many apples were making his cows sick! “Them’s mighty mean-looking buffalo!” Scott chirped. I had the feeling that this little charade had been acted out many times before. We managed to avoid an encounter with the buffalo and arrived at the blackberry bushes at our back fence. “It’s time to find the ‘settlement’,” Laura announced as we headed back through the orchard. At about the halfway point, our “wagonmaster” informed us that the “settlers” were all out hunting, and we needed to rest and wait for them to come back. She plopped down on an old stump; I lay on the grass; and Scott sprawled out beside me. I gazed up through the white blossoms above us at the unbelievable blue of the spring sky. A cardinal flitted through the branches, weaving like a scarlet ribbon through the tree. “Is that heaven up there, Mom?” Laura asked, squinting at the sky. “I think that must be the floor of heaven that we see, “she answered her own question. “Heaven is blue, you know!” I didn’t know but was willing to take her word for it. I don’t know how long we stayed there. I told them a story, answered innumerable questions and listened with delight to their conversation. Never, before or since, have I felt such joy, contentment, and peace as I did there under the apple trees. After that day, I found it much easier to ignore a chore and spend some time playing a game or cutting out paper dolls with our kids. I will never remember a perfectly ironed shirt or dust-free table top. What I do have, some sixty years later, is a wonderful memory of a perfect Apple Blossom Day. HOME. A LOAN We can help you get the money to buy the home of your dreams, or for any other good reason! Talk to one of our lending specialists today! FCN Bank Building Stronger Communities. THE BEACON - Bringing our Community and Businesses Together.
August 20<strong>19</strong> THE BEACON Page 11A B eacon Vacation Merritt, Paul, Anna, and Stacy Hillman, West Harrison, took the Beacon to Auberge du Lac Morency, St Hippolyte, Quebec, Canada. They rode a snowmobile to the base of the dog-sledding camp where the dogs took them around the Canadian woods. On a recent trip to Cancun, escaping the winter weather are, in front: Lisa Nobbe, Cheryl Lieland, Joe Lieland, Adrian (our favorite bartender), Connie Webb, Shelly Fette and Kathy Hartman. In back: Bernie Nobbe, Joe Fette, Ken Webb and Tom Dooley. Sign up for Fall classes starting August 26th! Come to the Lawrenceburg Express Enrollment Center to get started! IvyTech.edu/industrial-technology Lauren, Danny, Lynn, and Jack Deddens took the Beacon on their trip to Jeruselum, one of the oldest cities in the world. The trip is an annual event coordinated by All Saints Parish. TAKE YOUR BEACON ON VACATION If business or pleasure takes you out-of-town, take your hometown newspaper along for the trip. Send your photo, displaying the Beacon, to editor@ goBEACONnews. com Please include where you live. Seeing how well-traveled our readers are is always interesting! Jeff Martin, Coralie Martin, Penny Schroder, David Martin, and Amy Yandles Schulte visited Oahu and Big Island, Hawaii. They are proudly displaying their Beacon at King Kamehameha V Judiciary History Center in Honolulu. IvyTech.edu/informatics IvyTech.edu/healthcare-specialist Lawrenceburg Express Enrollment Center (812) 537-4010 x5305 50 Walnut Street Lawrenceburg, IN 47025 R11Express@ivytech.edu Ken and Loraine Werner and Mary Lou Jonas of St. Leon, Dave and Carol Schwanholt of Milan and Judy Suuthoff of Cincinnati, Ohio visited six cities in Australia and New Zealand. This picture was taken on Blue Mountain outside Sydney, Australia. A fun adventure was had by all! IvyTech.edu/ApplyNow SHOP LOCAL and tell our advertisers you saw their ads in The BEACON!
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