Saturday, January 16, 2016

Pocket Stories

Time is childhood’s laden wings;
it is age’s rushing, soundless river.
                                    Walter John de la Mare


It is freezing rain out this early Saturday morning. My Hero is outside feeding the cows. It is his day off, so that makes it my day off. Well, that only means as far as the farm chores go. Today those household chores I have put off are on my list. First off, there is always laundry to do.

An old fall rain jacket hangs on the coat rack and I figured I may as well wash it because spring is coming in a few months. It will be needed sooner than I think. As usual, the checking of pockets comes into play. Kleenex, gum wrappers, receipts from a store in the city of Hamilton where I had spent over a month, waiting for our granddaughter to arrive. Everything was pulled out and stacked on the table beside. A crumpled piece of paper with blue ink stains and a bus ticket stub grabs my attention.


November 21, 2015

It is Saturday morning, and I am once again standing at the bus stop. It is cold and raining and the thought of running back to get more layers on runs through my mind. My thoughts are only about getting back to the hospital and seeing my daughter and her beautiful little girl again. It was so nice sleeping in a real bed and not that hospital chair. Shivers run down my spine. The song “Rain drops keep falling on my head” is no doubt going to be stuck in my head all day now. The ink on this paper is running but my need to continue to write does not care. It has been such a stressful, scary week and writing helps keep me calm.

 I turn to see another brave soul standing in the rain, staring at me. That word “eccentric” or maybe even “crazy writer” could be what she is thinking. “Where is that bus?” I ask the teenager beside me “Why is it not coming?” She says “It is on the weekend schedule”. I have no idea what that means. She continues “It will run every half hour instead of every fifteen minutes.” “OK thank you” I reply. Off in the distance and through the rain and the fog the silhouette of the city bus finally appears. It slows down.


 This is when I remembered that I had shoved that paper into my pocket. There was a gap in the writing then it continued.

I rushed through that open door and dropped in $2.75. “Hello” I smiled at the driver, she was smiling too. It was obvious she was in the later stages of pregnancy. This was a good sign, I thought. I grabbed a seat at the front so that I could see where I had to get off. The teenager headed to the back of the bus. Writing this story on wet paper is not easy.

 An announcement bellowed over the speaker “Due to the Santa Claus parade this bus will be rerouted to the GO Station”. That was three blocks from where I needed to do some errands and I knew I could catch my connecting bus. This was going to be a long day. I asked the person beside me where I could catch the #5 bus to the hospital.


That was it.

I have a tendency to write where ever I am and write on whatever I have at the time. No editing or grammar corrections. This was one of those times. I do know that there are more stories written down, somewhere. Most likely they are still stuffed in my back pack. I can tell you that I did eventually make it to the hospital to hold my beautiful granddaughter and hug my lovely daughter.
There are many stories about my time in the city, and about the week of her birth. I distinctly remember one story about my ending up in Ancaster while coming home late one night on the bus.

I really have to check my pockets and bags to find those stories. They may be of some interest to some of you. If nothing else, I should really get them organized for my granddaughter. Those stories that came, with my riding four buses a day for that week and the stories about all the people I met along the way made a huge impact on my life during a very stressful week.


She should also know about what a wonderful place full of caring people that she will be sharing her world with, her city with.
Someday she may want to read about how she has changed my life forever too.


Later

33 comments:

  1. Beautiful...I believe that saving these stories for and about our children and theirs is one of the most precious gifts we can give them.

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  2. Your beautiful grand daughter has an adventurous grandma to teach her lots of things in this world! Riding buses in unfamiliar cities is not something for the faint of heart! Stay warm up there in that freezing rain!

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  3. I love your pocket story. So much. And yes, your granddaughter will love this, and others later.

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  4. I'm guessing your family will treasure all the insights and observations you've written. I hope you have a way of making a hard copy just in case the digital world decides to mess with your treasure of a blog.

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  5. How wonderful that you write no matter where you are at or what you're doing. Kudos.

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  6. I am assuming from your story that there were some issues with the pregnancy. I am very thankful that everything turned out ok. I love the idea of putting the stories together. One of my students came to get her high school diploma, leaving her young daughter home with grandma. She told me every night she wrote a letter to her daughter talking about her day and how hard it was to be away from her. She was going to give the notebook full of letters to her daughter when her daughter turned 18, the same age she was when she left to come to job corps. Your story reminds me of that brave young lady. I have yet to find out how they both turned out, but I'm sure I will someday. They always come back. Make sure you save your stories. They are so important.

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  7. What a great story and Im so glad that you had the day off from farm duty and that you found that paper in your old Fall rain coat pocket.
    I was in Hamilton some years ago with my husband as they hosted a Christopher Leadership Conference and found our host to be so helpful and kind and generous.

    For your information, Christopher Leadership in Effective Public Speaking Courses is a non profit group run entirely by volunteers who likes to give back to the community because they themselves have gotten so much self confidence from the course. Sorry about the plug but they are marvelous.
    It all comes back to me whenever I think of Hamilton.

    Hugs,
    JB



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  8. I write the topic on a little piece of paper and that's all I need. If I don't write the topic down I'm apt to forget the whole thing.

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  9. Writing all those little stories in chronological time will be a lovely gift for your grand daughter some day.
    I remember cleaning out an old backpack a while ago and finding notes to myself to come back and photograph this building, that tree etc, by the time I found them the notes were so far out of date it wasn't worth following up.

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  10. It will be wonderful for your granddaughter to read your memories/thoughts someday.

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  11. Pocket stories are perfect for wee ones... and not so wee ones as well. *hugs*

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  12. Lovely story to read from your pocket.

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  13. Awe this is so sweet... I definitely think you should save those papers and write the stories xox ♡

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  14. Good to read :). Hope your daughter and grandchild are doing well..
    Hugs M xoxox

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  15. What a wonderful idea. Stories From the Week You Were Born. Sure to be a treasure.

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  16. I always enjoy your stories, B. I have "stuff" written all over the place too. Sometimes I try to keep it all in one notebook, but it doesn't last long. You have so many stories to get ready for your granddaughter. I am happy for you.

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  17. What a lovely idea to save your stories about that time for your grand daughter/

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  18. I think every grandparent or parent should keep a diary. Times change so quickly, adult children will benefit and, I think, love to read about the childhood of their parents or grandparents. I have no children nor family but I do like to give journal books as gifts to hopefully encourage that writing. I've read a few things in my granny's handwriting that I just love.

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  19. What a story-teller you are. I am always right there with you. I used to write on scraps of paper, too, but I'm more techie now and use my iPad or even my phone to take notes. However, I don't think I capture the moment like you do. Your family is very lucky that you record your thoughts in this way. I also love the quote - the time now often seems like a rushing river.

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  20. Your granddaughter is a lucky little girl ... she'll love your stories. I bet she already does! I hand-write a lot of my stories too, especially when I'm traveling. When I look at them afterwards and see the rain-smudged ink or curling pages, it takes me right back to the moment.

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  21. I enjoyed your notes. I want my grandchildren--and those beyond--to know how special they are to us.

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  22. Thoughts run through my mind, but I never write them down. Unfortunately the minute a piece of paper is brought out I've forgotten what I thought about. Yes those little grandchildren change our lives. For the better!

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  23. A sign of a true writer that you write everywhere!

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  24. Love this post and the stories that stuff your pocket or back pack. Wonderful stories to pass on to your grand one day. I love your writing. Be Blessed xo

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  25. B,

    Beautifully written tribute to your new Grand Daughter.
    Congrats again, it's so much fun being a Grandma. We can spoil those sweet little ones, and then turn them over to their parents.
    Hugs,
    Sandy

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  26. Yes do find the stories and print them here and in a book for your Granddaughter.

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  27. Please do find those scraps of paper, Buttons, so you can share more stories of your adventure in Hamilton when your granddaughter was born.

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  28. writers, always scribbling things on little scraps of paper. i like printing my blog...my stories!!!

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  29. Your granddaughter is a very lucky little girl.

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  30. The young will someday realize how every day occurrences matter...I hope!...:)JP

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  31. Isn't it amazing how we find something that others might think is waste and for us it's holding so many sweet memories? Your story is beautiful and I'm sure your granddaugther will cherish those in the future. She's a very lucky girl you keep them for her.
    Have an amazing day!
    Lots of hugs to you,
    Beate

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  32. What a lucky little girl she is, that she gets to see the world through your eyes! I think that is so lovely x

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