Umber (19.1 — Vera’s Story)

March 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Is that man on the horse your father?” I asked Vera.

“Yes,” she said, and this is the story she told me:

“His name is Orville Birdsall.  He farms here in Elm Creek, just like his folks did before him.  I used to believe that Elm Creek must be the most beautiful spot in Nebraska.  Except for Sundays, when we had to sit in the parlor in stiff, hot clothes all day.  We weren’t supposed to work on the Sabbath, but it was work just staying awake, listening to our elders talk about corn and cows and the election.  I was told to be seen and not heard, so I used to look out the bow window and pretend I was running through the grass, barefoot.”


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