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Achangeofheart

Itwasthetailendofthedepression,andthingsweretough.MumhadahardtimeraisinguskidsonherowninoursmallcommunityofNewWestminster,BC.MyDadhaddrownedinPittLake,fiveyearsearlier-Istillrememberitlikeitwasyesterday.BecauseDadhadnopension,orbenefits,therewasnotmuchmoneysowewentonrelief,nowcalledsocialassistance.WereliedontheSalvationArmytokeepusclothed,andalthoughourclothesweresecondhand,wethoughttheywerebeautiful.

Lookingback,IrealizewhatMumwentthroughsendinguskidstoschool.Everymorningshewouldtuckanewpieceofcardboardinourshoes,becauseoursoleswerewornout.Whenwegothome,Mumwouldhave"FrenchToast"readyforus.Thiswasbreaddeep-friedinlard.Constantmovingwastypicalformyfamilyinthesetimes.Rentwastwenty-fivedollarsamonth,butMumcouldn'tpayit,andweknewwewouldbeevictedrightafterChristmasonthefirstofJanuary.Thesewerehardandsadyears,butwenevercomplained.

Christmaswasapproaching,andwewereentitledtoatwenty-fivedollarChristmasfundforsocialservices.TheInspectorcametoourhouse,andsearcheditfromtoptobottomtobesurewedidn'thaveanyfoodhiddenaway.Whenhedidn'tfindany,heissuedthechequeforMum.ItwasfourdaysbeforeChristmas,andMumsaidthatinsteadofbuyingfood,shewouldusethemoneytopaybackrent,assuringusallofaroofoverourheadsforalittlewhilelonger.ShetoldusthentherewouldbenothingforChristmas.

UnknowntoMum,IhadbeensellingChristmastrees,shovelingsnow,anddoingoddjobstoearnenoughmoneytobuyanewpairofboots.Bootsthatweren'tpatched,bootswithnocardboardinthesoles.IknewexactlywhichbootsIwanted.Theywereten-inchTopGenuinePierreParisandtheyhadapriceoftwenty-threedollars.

Well,thebigdaycameontheafternoonofChristmasEve.Iwasveryexcited,asIhurrieduptheroadtocatchthebus.Itwasonlyhalfamilewalk,butonthewayInoticedahousewithChristmaslightsanddecorations.ItwasthenIrealizedthatatourhouse,wehadnolights,nodecorations,noranymoneyforChristmasgoodies.

IknewthenthatwewouldhavenoturkeyorhamforChristmas,andIfeltsad.ButIknewforcertainthatwewouldhaveFrenchtoast.

AsIcontinuedwalkingIbegantofeelbewildered.Iwaselevenyearsold,andIwasfeelingastrangesenseofguilt.HereIwasgoingtobuyanewpairofbootswhileMumwashomeintears.Shewouldbetryingtoexplaintouswhytherewerenopresents.AsIarrivedatthebusstop,thedriveropenedhisbigmanualhingeddoor.Istoodthereforwhatseemedaneternity,untileventuallythedriverasked,"Son,areyougettingonthisbusornot?

"Ifinallyblurtedout,"NothanksSir,I'vechangedmymind."

Thebusdroveoffwithoutme,andIstoodaloneinadaze,butfeelingasifaweighthadbeenliftedoffmyshoulders.MymindwasmadeupandIrealizedwhatIhadtodo.

AcrossthestreetfromthebusstopwasabiggrocerystorecalledthePigglyWiggley.IntothestoreIwent,brimmingwithhappinessandexcitement.Irealizedthatthetwenty-fivedollarsIhadworkedsohardforwentalongwayforgroceries.Iboughtaturkey,ham,orangesandalltheChristmastreats.Ispenteverydimeofmyhard-earnedmoney.Theownerofthegrocerystoresaid,"Son,youcan'tpackallthosegroceriesandcarrythemhomeyourself."SoIaskedtwoboyswithcarriersontheirbicyclestorunthemthehalf-miledowntoourhouse.AsIwalkedbehindthedeliveryboys,Iwhisperedforthemtoquietlyunloadthegroceriesontheporchandpilethemagainstthedoor.Oncetheyhaddonethis,withgreatexcitementandtearsinmyeyes,Iknockedonthedoor.Icouldhardlywaittoseemymother'sface!

WhenMumopenedthedoor,someofthegroceriesfellinsideontothefloor,andshejuststoodtheredumbfounded.Holdingbackthetears,Ihollered,"MerryChristmasMother!

!

TherereallyisaSantaClaus!

"

Ihadalotofexplainingtodoasweunpackedallthefoodandputitaway.ThatdayIgotenoughhugsandkissesfromMumtolasttwolifetimes.ToseemyMother'sprayersansweredmorethanmadeupforthebootsInevergot.ItwasaMerryChristmasforusafterall!

Theremembranceoflilacs

ThefamilyhadjustmovedtoRhodeIsland,andtheyoungwomanwasfeelingalittlemelancholyonthatSundayinMay.Afterall,itwasMother'sDay--and800milesseparatedherfromherparentsinOhio.

ShehadcalledhermotherthatmorningtowishherahappyMother'sDay,andhermotherhadmentionedhowcolorfultheyardwasnowthatspringhadarrived.Astheytalked,theyoungerwomancouldalmostsmellthetantalizingaromaofpurplelilacshangingonthebigbushoutsideherparents'backdoor.

Later,whenshementionedtoherhusbandhowshemissedthoselilacs,hepoppedupfromhischair."Iknowwherewecanfindyouallyouwant,"hesaid."Getthekidsandc'mon."

Soofftheywent,drivingthecountryroadsofnorthernRhodeIslandonthekindofdayonlymid－Maycanproduce:

sparklingsunshine,uncloudedazureskiesandvibrantnewnessofthegreengrowingallaround.Theywentpastsmallvillagesandburgeoninghousingdevelopments,pastabandonedappleorchards,backtowheretreesandbrushhavedevouredoldhomesteads.

Wheretheystopped，densethicketsofcedarsandjunipersandbirchcrowdedtheroadwayonbothsides.Therewasn'talilacbushinsight.

"Comewithme,"themansaid."Overthathillisanoldcellarhole，fromsomebody'sfarmofyearsago,andtherearelilacsallroundit.ThemanwhoownsthislandsaidIcouldpokearoundhereanytime.I'msurehewon'tmindifwepickafewlilacs."　　

Beforetheygothalfwayupthehill,thefragranceofthelilacsdrifteddowntothem,andthekidsstartedrunning.Soon,themotherbeganrunning,too,untilshereachedthetop.

There，farfromviewofpassingmotoristsandhiddenfromencroachingcivilization,werethetoweringlilacsbushes,soladenwiththehuge,cone-shapedflowerclustersthattheyalmostbentdouble.Withasmile,theyoungwomanrusheduptothenearestbushandburiedherfaceintheflowers,drinkinginthefragranceandthememoriesitrecalled.

Whilethemanexaminedthecellarholeandtriedtoexplaintothechildrenwhatthehousemusthavelookedlike,thewomandriftedamongthelilacs.Carefully,shechoseasprighere,anotheronethere,andclippedthemwithherhusband'spocketknife.Shewasinnohurry,relishingeachblossomasarareanddelicatetreasure.

Finally,though,theyreturnedtotheircarforthetriphome.Whilethekidschatteredandthemandrove,thewomansatsmiling,surroundedbyherflowers,afarawaylookinhereyes.

Whentheywerewithinthreemilesofhome,shesuddenlyshoutedtoherhusband,"Stopthecar.Stoprighthere!

"

Themanslammedonthebrakes.Beforehecouldaskherwhyshewantedtostop,thewomanwasoutofthecarandhurryingupanearbygrassyslopewiththelilacsstillinherarms.Atthetopofthehillwasanursinghomeand,becauseitwassuchabeautifulspringday,thepatientswereoutdoorsstrollingwithrelativesorsittingontheporch.

Theyoungwomanwenttotheendoftheporch,whereanelderlypatientwassittinginherwheelchair,alone,headbowed,herbacktomostoftheothers.Acrosstheporchrailingwenttheflowers,intothelapoftheoldwoman.Sheliftedherhead,andsmiled.Forafewmoments,thetwowomenchatted,bothaglowwithhappiness,andthentheyoungwomanturnedandranbacktoherfamily.Asthecarpulledaway,thewomaninthewheelchairwaved,andclutchedthelilacs.

"Mom,"thekidsasked,"whowasthat?

Whydidyougiveherourflowers?

Isshesomebody'smother?

"Themothersaidshedidn'tknowtheoldwoman.ButitwasMother'sDay，andsheseemedsoalone，andwhowouldn'tbecheeredbyflowers?

"Besides,"sheadded，"Ihaveallofyou,andIstillhavemymother,evenifsheisfaraway.ThatwomanneededthoseflowersmorethanIdid."

Thissatisfiedthekids,butnotthehusband.Thenextdayhepurchasedhalfadozenyounglilacsbushesandplantedthemaroundtheiryard,andseveraltimessincethenhehasaddedmore.

Iwasthatman.Theyoungmotherwas,andis,mywife.Now,everyMay,ourownyardisredolentwithlilacs.EveryMother'sDayourkidsgatherpurplebouquets.AndeveryyearIrememberthatsmileonalonelyoldwoman'sface,andthekindnessthatputthesmilethere.

AGoodbyeKiss

TheBoardMeetinghadcometoanend.Bobstarredtostandupandjostledthetable,spillinghiscoffeeoverhisnotes."Howembarrassing.Iamgettingsoclumsyinmyoldage."

　　Everyonehadagoodlaugh,andsoonwewerealltellingstoriesofourmostembarrassingmoments.ItcamearoundtoFrankwhosatquietlylisteningtotheothers.Someonesaid,"Comeon,Frank.Tellusyourmostembarrassingmoment."

　　Frankbegan,"IgrewupinSanPedro.MyDadwasafisherman,andhelovedthesea.Hehadhisownboat,butitwashardmakingalivingonthesea.Heworkedhardandwouldstayoutuntilhecaughtenoughtofeedhefamily.Notjustenoughforourfamily,butalsoforhisMomandDadandtheotherkidsthatwerestillandhome."Helookedatusandsaid,"IwishyoucouldhavemetmyDad.Hewasabigman,andhewasstrongfrompullingthenetsandfightingtheseasforhiscatch.Whenyougotclosetohim,hesmelledtheocean."

　　Frank'svoicedroppedabit."Whentheweatherwasbadhewoulddrivemetoschool.Hewouldpullrightupinfront,anditseemedlikeeverybodywouldbestandingaroundandwatching.Thenhewouldleanoverandgivemeabigkissonthecheekandtellmetobeagoodboy.Itwassoembarrassingforme.HereIwa