Joy in the Everyday

Chapter 8

Sunday morning dawned and the rain continued to fall.  Since Thursday it hadn't been as heavy yet it still fell steadily.  Maggie stretched and threw back the covers. She wasn't sure if she had an uneasy feeling due to the rain or because she felt like a fool for her behavior over thinking George broke an engagement to marry her. My, she had some things to learn!

After breakfast George and Maggie took turns reading scripture.  Despite the rain the heat and muggy feel of the air had departed. There was actually a pleasant breeze coming through the windows. Maggie was glad there was something to be grateful for with the continued rainfall.

The morning passed quickly.  It was comfortable sitting together and talking. The uneasiness Maggie felt upon waking seemed to dissipate. There was a new depth to their relationship since they cleared the air about Vivian.  Harry had been a subject discussed several times and George felt good to speak freely and fondly of his long ago friend.  There was even laughter over some of their boyhood antics.  

He had come to the conclusion that calling Vivian ,Viv did add some intimacy and he would no longer call her Viv. He would not let the sorrow over losing Harry allow for behavior that was out of line for their now adult stature. He hated that Maggie had been hurt in the misunderstanding but he was glad that it opened his eyes to his short coming in the situation.

After a simple Sunday dinner of ham steaks, green beans with potatoes and cornbread George asked Maggie to join him on a walk. 

"With the break in the clouds and rain I wouldn't mind getting out.  Would you be interesed in a soggy walk over the hill to the pond?" George asked. 

"Sounds great!  I am starting to feel a bit of cabin fever only venturing as far as the porch." Maggie said as she smiled. "Let me clean up dinner and I will be ready."

"I can't let you go stir crazy.  Let's get the dishes done and get out of here!" George declared.

It was a muddy, slick mess as they treked up the hill. When they reached the top and started down Maggies' footing slipped a little. George reached for her hand to steady her and didn't let it go as they continuted on.

Betty and Jake must have had the same idea.  When Maggie steadied herself she heard Jake yell to them.

"Lookie what the cat drug out." Jake yelled in a kidding tone.

It took a minute for them to respond as they needed to watch their step down the rest of the hill. Plus they were both struck silent by the size of the pond.

"I guess we all had the same idea. I don't remember the pond ever being so large. Do you, Jake?" Betty asked.

"I don't recogin I do." Jake replied.  "We had years with lots of rain just never this much at one time."

They all started walking to the toward the narrow end of the pond so they wouldn't have to yell.  Betty took notice that George hadn't let go of Maggie's hand since she started to slip coming over the hill.  That made her happy.  Happy indeed.

After a little bit of chit chat the men moved over to the edge of the Peterson cornfield. Maggie thought it looked more like a creek then a cornfield. Maggie and Betty hung back some. 

"How worried is George?" Betty asked.

"He isn't saying much but he keeps taking his coffee out to the porch. It seems he does more staring out at the horizon then drinking."

"Yes Ma'am, I've been seeing the same thing.  I think we might be in for a mightly long year. Looks like us girls will have to get creative making do. Jake and I have been through hard times but I don't think any have been as hard as what is coming. Jake said he thinks all of the crop will be lost." Betty shook her head as she continued  "The only advise I will give you is to love your man, support your man, and make things as easy for him as possible. Most importantly pray and lean on the Lord."

Maggie nodded.  She had been wondering about the crop. "I know you said that you would be sharing the produce you put up.  If you can't spare them now I understand." Maggie softly said.

"Oh no! I wouldn't think of not sharing. I always put up enough for us, George and then some. As my Mother always said "make hay while the sun shines." That is exactly what I do. I can until there is nothing let to can. You never know when that rainy day might come."

Maggie could help but chuckle. 

"I guess the rainy day has come!" Betty laughed. "I made a chocolate cake would you all like to come up for a slice?"

Maggie hoped so as she enjoyed chocolate cake. "Let me check with George."

"Sounds great! Chocolate cake would be a good ending to the fine dinner I had." George said.

Maggie blushed. It had been a quick, easy meal and nothing for George to go on about. She smiled as they started for the house.

It didn't go unnoticed by Betty or Maggie that George slipped his hand into Maggies as they started off. 

"Betty, this cake is delicious! Of course I am partial to chocolate." Maggie delared.

"Let me get you another slice."

"No, thank you, I couldn't." Maggie said shyly.

"Well, I don't know about you but I could use a little more. How about we split a slice." George said with a wink.

The afternoon soon slipped into evening and Betty pulled the leftover ham out of the icebox and insisted everyone stay for sandwiches. She served a tangy potato salad beside it. 

"George, have you been up the orchard recently." Betty inquired.

"No, I haven't. I imagine the McIntosh should be about ready." George replied.

"That's what I was thinking also. We'll have to make our way up there soon. Maggie and I will need to get busy and preserve all we can. Plus there might be some we could share or sell." Betty said. 

"That's my girl, always thinking." Jake beamed.

Maggie started to think of all the ways she could use apples. She hoped the harvest would be good. She had noticed George seemed to be partial to apple pie and it would be good to dry some for the winter.

George came in from the porch as Maggie was wiping off the table. "We should head over the hill soon. I want the light to be good so we don't fall."

"I'll be along shortly." Maggie replied.

"Let me send some cake and a few slices of ham for breakfast." Betty said as she pulled out a knife. "I'll pack this up and send you on your way. The work is almost done in here and I can finish the rest."

Maggie always enjoyed her time with the Petersons.  She felt refreshed as they climbed the hill. She was sliently giving praise when the skies open up and it once again began to pour.

George and Maggie raced down the hill slipping and sliding.  They were sopping wet and both laughing by the time they reached the back porch.  

Once they could stop giggling like school children George sent Maggie in for a warm bath while he went to do the barn chores. When she came out she found that George had changed into his bed clothes and was sitting in his chair in prayer.  

Maggie quietly went to the kitchen to make some cocoa. George joined her as she was pouring it into cups. 

"This is exactly what I needed." George said as he took a cup.

"Should you bathe to warm up?"

"No need.  This will warm me up. Thank you."

"You're welcome. George, Betty said that Jake thinks all of the crop will be lost."

With defeat in his voice George said, "I pray he is wrong, but I believe he is correct. I'm afraid that before the fields will have a chance to dry the crop will mold and rot."

Maggie reached over and placed her hand on top of Georges'.  "There have been many times in my life that I have worried about tomorrow. More times then I would like to admit.  There is a verse that I turn to when I am uncertain of the future. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things.  Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. From Matthew. 6:34."

George smiled at Maggie and reached over and put his other hand on top of hers. He knew with the Lord and Maggie he would be alright regarless of the harvest. 

Joy in the Everyday Chapter 7

Chapter 1       Chapter 5
Chapter 2       Chapter 6
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 7

Maggie woke up to the sound of rain and the smell of coffee.  Waking to the smell of coffee normally made her smile, this morning it caused her stomach to turn. She reminded herself that she could do all things through Christ before she threw back the covers and dressed for the day.

When she entered the kitchen George was leaning against the counter sipping coffee.  As he gazed out the window it was apparent he was deep in thought. Maggie had noticed that when he was deep in thought he bit his bottom lip.

"Good mornin' Maggie.  Are you feeling better this morning?" George said as he smiled her way.

"Not one hundred percent, but better. Thank you for asking." Maggie said as she pull out eggs and milk and sat them on the table.

George looked at Maggie until she lowered her eyes.  "I will head out for chores.  Not much is on my schedule with the rain.  Please let me know if I can do anything to help you today." George sat his cup on the counter as he headed out the door.

Maggie gave a sigh of relief when George went out the door. Regardless of the circumstances she was George's wife.  He had been nothing but kind and thoughtful to her.  She needed to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and then mixed up pancake batter.

The days seemed to blend together with the continued rainfall.  It seemed fitting that the gray weather matched Maggies' mood.

George noticed that although Maggie went through the motions she was off. Funny how after only a few days as man and wife he missed her carefree spirit and quick smile.  He was beginning to worry. Not only about Maggie's health but he was also concerned for the yearly crop.

Thursday evening Jake came bouncing down the lane.  It was a sight watching him dodge left then right to miss the ruts brought on by the rain. Even with her mood Maggie couldn't help but smile at the site.

"Howdy! Thought I'd pop in on my way home to see if you'd built an Ark yet?" Jake smiled as he spoke.

"Not yet, but it looks like I might need to start"  George replied as Maggie handed Jake coffee.

"What brings you out a night like this."

"I tried to make it to the church for the elders meeting.  I figured it would be cancelled and I was right.  The creek is well over the bridge.  Thought I'd stop in to spread the word.  No need in even trying for church Sunday if this keeps up."

"I figured as much.  Four days of hard, steady rain is going to cause a heap of problems."  George said somberly.

"Amen." Jake softly said "Looks like the crop might mold and rot before it's dry enough to get in the field."

This was a side of Jake she had never seen.  He gave his head a good shake and then turned to Maggie. "Would you like the coffee cake Betty made."  She made an extra one for us and I don't reckon she'd be happy to see me eat two." Jake said as he laughed and patted his stomach.

"That would be nice. Refill?"

"No, I'd better get home while the gettin' is good.  If this keeps up much longer it looks like we'll all be home bound for a bit."

"Thank Betty for the coffee cake."  Maggie said as she took it and Jake's coffee cup and headed inside.

George and Jake chatted for a bit before she heard the truck head down the lane.

George stood looking at the field until Maggie came out with a slice of coffee cake.

"Thank you. We couldn't have finer neighbors."

Maggie whole heartily agreed. "I enjoy their company."

"No coffee cake for you?" George asked between bites.

"Not tonight."

George stopped eating and looked at Maggie.  She was pale and dark circles had developed under her eyes.  He was concerned.

"When the water recedes maybe doc should come out."

Maggie shook her head. "Oh no! There is no need for that.  I'll wash up the dishes and head for bed.  I must need more rest."

Maggie hurried to the sink while George stayed in the rocker.

"Lord, I'm concerned for many things at the moment.  My biggest concern is for my wife.  I'm not sure what ails her Lord.  Please help Maggie to feel better and give me peace in all circumstances.  Amen."

As George said Amen he heard a sob through the kitchen window.

George stepped next to Maggie and picked up a towel to dry the cups and dessert plate.  He could see Maggie discreetly wipe her eyes and work for composure.

He put the last cup in the cabinet as Maggie dried out the sink.  He gently took her by the elbow and led her to the sofa.

"Maggie, I know something is not right with you.  If you need the doctor I will find a way to get him here. Please tell where you hurt, Maggie, so I can help you." George pleaded.

Maggie turned her head and George gently turned it back.  Tears were flowing down Maggie's face.

"Maggie, please."

"It hurts here." Maggie said as she placed her hand over her heart.  George looked both confused and alarmed. "Oh, George, how could you marry me when you were promised to another." Maggie chocked out.

"What?" George said in disbelief.  Then the vision of Vivian speaking with Maggie came to mind.  If Maggie wasn't upset George might laugh at how absurd it all was.

"I think there has been a misunderstanding.  I have never been engaged to anyone but you."

"But Vivian." Maggie began.

"I have no idea what Vivian said.  What I do know is that I've never been involved with Vivian." George said firm but kind.

"She is so familiar with you.  She calls you Georgie and you call her Viv." Maggie said with sorrow.

Now George laughed as Maggie frowned.  "As a boy everyone called me George.  My own mother even stopped calling me by my boyhood name when I was ten.  Well, everyone except Vivian." George went on.  "You see the Hughes had a son, Harry.  Harry and I were good friends.  I started calling Vivian Viv as a boy because it made her mad.  That's what a guy does to her friends little sister."  George paused and had a far off look for a moment.

"When Harry and I were about fifteen we started to drift apart.  I was busy on the farm and he wanted no part of working with me.  The Hughes didn't do dirty farm work.  Mrs. Hughes told Harry they were better then that.  He got mixed up with a crowd of older boys from the town north of here.  One night they were out drinking when Harry was thrown from the back of a wagon.  He hit his head on a tree and was instantly killed."

"I'm sorry George."  Maggie whispered as she reached for his hand.

"I think I'm a connection for Vivian to her brother.  As she got older she started to pay extra attention to serving me first at church pot lucks and then showed up here with baked goods.  I've tried ignoring her gestures and even came right out and told her I wasn't interested in her that way.  She laughed and well, continued to act like she always has.  I've learned to ignore her and accept that she is pushy and overbearing.  I'm sorry that I never thought of how she would treat you."

"I'm the one that is sorry.  I should have said something to you instead of letting it tear me up.  You see, my uncle, wasn't a man of integrity and I let my experience with him cloud my thoughts of you.  You have been nothing but kind and honorable since your first letter. I'm sorry for my lack of trust and unwillingness to speak with you." Maggie said with regret.

"I guess we both have plenty to learn about communication in marriage. How about we read scripture, pray together and remember that tomorrow is a new day."

"Sounds great." Maggie said as she stood to get the Bible for George.

Joy in the Everyday Chapter 6

Chapter 6

When Maggie woke Sunday morning she didn’t smell coffee. It took her a minute to clear her head and she realized that George was still lying next to her. She turned slightly to get a look at the clock that sat on the table next to where George slept.

 “What time is it Maggie?” George asked in a sleep filled voice.

“Oh goodness, it is 7:30! What time is church?” Maggie asked with a slight hint of alarm.  Rushing around on her first morning of service wasn’t what Maggie had imagined.

“We had better get at it. Service begins at 9 so we should leave about 8:40. I’ll take care of the chores while you dress and get breakfast ready.”  George casually slipped on his overalls and headed out like he had all the time in the world.

He turned back when he reached the door.  “There is a standing invitation for dinner at the Peterson’s on Sunday. If you don’t mind I would like to keep up that tradition.”

 “Betty did mention that you usually take your Sunday dinner with them. I think that sounds fine.” Maggie felt some pressure subside as she would not have to rush to have dinner ready after service. She hurried down the hall to start the coffee. She grabbed the oatmeal from the pantry and measured it into a pan. She pulled the eggs out of the icebox and sat a skillet on the stove top. She then went to wash and dress. Maggie was thankful she had taken the time to do the wash on Friday. She slipped into her brown skirt and white shirt. As she stepped out of the room she pulled her apron on and grabbed her straw hat.

George must have been feeling the rush also.  It usually took him forty-five minutes to do the morning chores. It was a few minutes before 8 when she heard the click of the door. “I’ll take a quick bath and should be ready to eat in 10 minutes.” George said as he walked through the kitchen and down the hall.

Maggie smiled. He usually took fifteen minutes in the evening so he was feeling the need to rush also. The oatmeal was keeping warm and Maggie had just finished frying the eggs when George entered. He sat his suit coat over the back of a kitchen chair, laid their Bibles next to Maggie’s hat then slid into his seat. Maggie sat the platter of eggs on the table and moved to the icebox to bring out the cream. That made her smile.  There has been cream available since George found out that is how she preferred her coffee.

The last dish was put away just in time to leave. George put on his suit jacket as Maggie went to check that her hat was situated properly.  Maggie was starting to feel the butterflies. It might have been a good thing the morning was rushed as it kept the butterflies away until now.

Maggie remembered Pastor Dan stated that the church was two miles from the farm. She didn’t recall seeing it on the drive in. Not surprising since it was dark and she was exhausted. As George rounded a curve they crossed a bridge and the church came into view.

It wasn’t large. It was a white building with four long, narrow windows on each side, The front of building had three steps leading up to the door. It looked to be double doors. Maggie wasn’t certain since the door was propped open. Directly above the door was a steeple with a partially enclosed bell and a cross on the top. The church looked charming.

There were several vehicles parked outside along with some horse and buggies in the bag. A few people were standing around talking.  Word must have already spread that George had a new wife since most of the people in the church yard turned to stare when George pulled in to park. Maggie silently prayed “Lord, please give me the strength to face this.” George stepped around to open her door as Betty and Jake parked next to them.

 “Lord, thank you for Betty.” Maggie said under her breath.

“Good morning, sweet girl. George. It’s fine day to be here. Maggie has George introduced you yet?”

George replied, “No ma’am. We arrived just before you did.”

“I see, well, there is not time like the present. Shall we go in?”

Jake and Betty headed in with George and Maggie following. Betty and Jake greeted each person as they walked toward the steps. Maggie could feel that George was as nervous as she was.

“Morning, Amy and Andy, I would like you meet, Maggie, my wife.  Maggie this is Amy and Andy Moore. They live two mile up the road from us to the south.”

Amy smiled and that relieved some of Maggie’s butterflies. “Pleased to meet you, Maggie, I look forward to getting to know you. These are our children Sam, Susie, David and this is Miranda, but we call her Randi.:”  Randi gave Maggie the widest smile at the mention of her name.

They made small talk until Maggie saw a young man remove the rope tied next to the door and pull it to ring the bell three times. “We had best find our seat.” George said.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kraft. I’ll be at Jake’s to discuss harvest on Friday. See you then George.” Andy tipped his hat as he took his wife’s arm and escorted her into church. George did the same stopping now and then to introduce Maggie.

All eyes were on George and Maggie as they made their way up the isle. George whispered “up on the left, fourth pew back, next to Jake and Betty.”

Maggie was grateful to slide into the pew. George sat stiffly next to her and Maggie was relieved when Betty took her hand and leaned over to whisper, “Relax, you’re doing fine.”

“Good Morning. It’s my honor to be here serving you this morning. I’m grateful that the Lord saw fit to give us a nice breeze on this fine, hot August morning.” Pastor Dan smiled.

“Amen” was heard from many in the congregation. That caused most people to wiggle a little in the pew and smile or chuckle softly.

“I have a few announcements. There will a  meeting of the elders on Thursday at 7 p.m.  Betty Peterson will provide coffee cake for the meeting. Now, Jake, there will no sampling on the drive over.” Pastor Dan said with a smile.

That brought a laugh while Jake looked hurt that he would be accused of such a thing.

 “Congratulations are in order for George Kraft and his new bride, Maggie. They were married in a private ceremony on Wednesday. I’m sure we’ll all go out of our way to make Mrs. Kraft feel welcome. “ Pastor Dan looked at Maggie and smiled.

“Now Tom, if you will please lead us in singing praise stating with hymn 256.”

The singing started with Maggie’s favorite hymn, How Great Art Thou. As Maggie lifted her voice she could feel all the tension of the morning release. It felt good to be in church. Actually sitting in church  by a man who truly believed and wasn’t there to improve his social standing.

George notice Maggie as soon as she began to sing. It wasn’t a surprise that she had a smooth, sweet soprano voice. He peeked out of the corner of his eye and could see that she didn’t need the hymnal since was singing with her eyes closed. There seemed to be a peace within her that pleased George. He lifted his voice in praise with his church family, but all he could hear was Maggie.

 Betty noticed also. She smiled as she saw Maggie relax and rejoice in song. When George joined in the sound of Maggie’s sweet voice and the deep baritone of George gave Betty goose bumps. Yes, Betty thought, these two are going to be good for each other in so many ways.

The service passed quickly. Maggie enjoyed the sermon. Pastor Dan had a good mix of humor and seriousness. He spoke the truth with gentleness that left one wanting to hear more. She would enjoy her Sunday morning services.

The congregation stood as Pastor Dan said the closing prayer “and all God’s people say”

“Amen” rang out from the congregation.

 There was chatter all around. Many stopped to meet Maggie and congratulate George. Betty leaned toward Maggie “We are heading home so I can get the meal done. No rush. You and George take as long as you need. There are plenty of people who want to meet you, sweet girl.” Betty winked as Jake led the way out.

George and Maggie were almost to the truck when Tom called for George. “If you’ll excuse me Maggie I’ll be right back.” George said with an apologetic voice.

“No need to hurry, George. I will wait for you by the truck.”

George turned to walk over to Tom. Tom tended to be a talker and George hoped he wouldn’t leave Maggie alone for long.

A lady stepped from the front of the truck and approached Maggie. She was young, had blond hair cut into the new short bob style with bouncy curls. She was dressed in a pale yellow dress that drew the eye to her slender curves and made her blue eyes stand out. It was noticeable that she took great pride in her appearance.

“Well, well, I see that the rumors were true. I’m Vivian.” Maggie’s expression didn’t change like Vivian expected. It was like she had no idea who Vivian was. “Vivian Hughes.” Still no recognition.

“I’m Maggie. Maggie Kraft, pleased to meet you, Vivian.” Maggie said with a genuine smile.

Vivian’s eyes narrowed as she plastered on a smile. Maggie had dealt with girls like Vivian all of her life. They had just met and Maggie had no idea why Vivian would behave this way.  

Vivian used her best syrupy voice as she spoke. “Imagine my surprise when I returned home and found out that the man I was to marry had up and married someone else.”

Maggie could feel her face pale much to Vivian’s delight. Oh no! How could George have married her when he was an engaged man! Vivian took advantage of Maggie’s discomfort to look her over from head to toe and back up again. “The only thing that came to mind is that George had to marry you.”  

George cringed when he saw Vivian walk up to Maggie.  As he watched her face go from ashen to bright red he knew he had to get over there. “Tom, I really to see to the wife.”

“Sure, sure I remember what it’s like to be newly married.” Tom said as he slapped George on the back. He then turned and started to talk to the person closet to him.

George walked up and took Maggie by the elbow. “Viv” George said with little emotion.

“Hello Georgie.” Vivian cooed. “I have been getting to know your wife.” She said in a nasty tone with the biggest smile plastered on her face. “Congratulations.” Vivian turned and walked over to her Daddy’s car.

 They rode to the Peterson’s in silence. Neither one said a word about Vivian. George opened the door for Maggie and she went straight to the back door.  

“Betty it smells delicious. What can I do to help?” Maggie said without the normal smile in her voice. 

Everything is ready. While I slice the chicken you can dish up the sides. Maggie placed whipped potatoes, milk gravy, green beans and hot from the oven rolls on the table. Betty added sliced chicken and carrots that had been roasted along side the chicken. On the table was a butter dish, pickled beets, and a pitcher of tea.

Jake said grace and then the boys dug in. You would have thought Jake hadn’t eaten in days! He packed the food away. It was all wonderful although Maggie didn’t eat much. There was no concern about her lack of conversation since Jake and Betty were present. Even in her present mood Maggie couldn’t help but be entertained by the chatter and Jake's hearty laugh.

The dishes were done and Betty had packed up leftovers for Maggie to take home for supper. As the ladies went to the porch with apple pie Betty couldn’t keep quiet any longer.

“Sweet girl I noticed that you didn’t eat much and seem awful quiet. Did you not enjoy the sermon?” Betty asked with concern.

“Oh yes, I enjoyed it a great deal. It seems like a fine church and the sermon was good. I had a headache come on after service.” Maggie leaned her head back against the chair back.

“You should have said something. I will be right back with some headache powder.”

“There is no need. I am sure that a good night’s sleep will take care of it.”

“Nonsense” Betty said as she started to rise. “There is no need for to suffer when it can be helped.”  She was gone before Maggie could protest further.

As Betty stepped back out on the porch the skies opened up and a gentle shower started to fall.

“No wonder your head was a aching” Jake said. “Looks like you might have your own weather alert there George.” Jake laughed as if he had said the funniest thing ever.

Then Jake looked at George and became serious. “I do hope this rain is short lived. Harvest is around the corner and we need them field dry."

George nodded as he was thinking the same thing.  He decided he should take Maggie home.

Betty thought that was a good idea. “George, do you have any of the Goody’s Headache Powder?”

“I believe so.” George said with a nod.

Betty wouldn’t let Maggie clean up dessert. “I won’t hear of it.” Betty declared.

“Honestly Betty I am fine to help.”

“Sweet girl, I said sit right there and I mean it. I will be right back as soon as I gather up your supper food. George there is no reason why you can’t make sandwiches out of the chicken I’m sending home. That and some pickled beets should do you.“  Betty continued on as she headed to the kitchen. Once the door shut all that was heard was her muffled voice.

Once home George insisted that he put the food away. Maggie didn’t protest. She went to change and lie down for a little bit. George came in to change into his work clothes. It concerned him to see Maggie not feeling well. It had come on fast and he hoped she was right that a good night’s sleep would make her feel better.

   

Joy in the Everyday: Chapter 5

Chapter 1
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Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Maggie awoke to the smell of coffee. She couldn’t believe she had overslept again! She hurried to dress and after a quick stop to the water closet she hurried down the hall. George was leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug in hand watching the sunrise. He was quite striking! He had short dark hair with just a bit of wave to it. He was lean and the t-shirt he was wearing today allowed Maggie to see what the hard work of farming had done for his muscles.  He was wearing overalls which accentuated his height. Maggie guessed that he was close to six foot, but she with her short statue of five foot she was never a good judge of height. Most everyone just seemed tall!

“Good morning, George.  I am sorry to have overslept again. Once again you’ve had to make your own coffee.” Maggie sighed.

“Good mornin’ to you Maggie. I don’t recall us having a conversation about a set wake up time. I tend to be an early riser and I have no issue with starting the coffee when I wake up. I actually don’t mind if you sleep in a little. The quite gives me time to clear my head and think about my plans for the day.”

Maggie could feel the tension leaving.  The last thing she wanted was for George to be upset and to tell her she was a disappointment. Being a constant disappointment to someone was draining.

George filled another mug and sat it on the table along with his. He pulled the sugar bowl forward. “I noticed yesterday that you take sugar in your coffee. I missed how much, one teaspoon or two?”

Maggie took a seat as she said one. “I also like a splash of cream.”

“Really, I didn’t notice you use any yesterday.”

“I didn’t see any in the icebox and didn’t feel it was important to ask. I don’t care for milk in my coffee and I can certainly do without cream.” Maggie smiled slightly.

“I see no reason for you to go without. We’ll need to take a walk to the barn soon so I can introduce you to Betsy and Daisy Mae. They will provide you with all the cream you need. I usually keep enough milk for my needs and sell the cream and extra milk. Once you get settled I will show you how to separate the milk and then you can keep all you need for the household. I need to be off for chores. I should be back in about thirty minutes.”

“George, should I gather the eggs?”

“I will take care of it. Once you get settled I will take you to the coop also. I have one mean rooster. I would like to show you how to handle Ralph.”

“I’ll have breakfast when you return.”

George headed out the door and Maggie got busy. She set the oven, put some lard on to melt and then diced a couple potatoes. While the potatoes were cooking she mixed up some biscuit dough. She allowed it to sit for a few while she stirred the potatoes and crumbled some sausage from yesterday to make gravy. Another quick stir of the potatoes and she quickly rolled and cut the biscuits. Once they were into the oven she stirred the potatoes and added flour to finish the gravy.

The biscuits and potatoes were in the warming drawer. The gravy was on low keeping warm and the table was set. Maggie had made dishwater and was finishing some dishes when George entered.

He sat the eggs on the counter and smiled at the scene in his kitchen. This scene was an answer to his prayers. “I’ll wash and be back in a few minutes.”

That gave Maggie time to dish everything up and have it on the table when George came back. He took her hand and said grace.

He was savoring this meal. It sure beat the bachelor meals he was use to preparing. The only exceptions to those were the meals he shared with the Petersons and the church potlucks.

“Maggie this is superb. The biscuits are the best I have ever had. Light, fluffy and they remind me of Betty’s, only better. Please don’t tell her I said so!”

“Thank you. I spent many hours in the kitchen learning from the family cook.  I image that most biscuit recipes are similar. I appreciate the compliment.” It was rare for someone to appreciate anything she did.  Maggie sent up praise that she had been sent to George.

“Did Betty tell you that biscuits and gravy is my favorite?” George said between mouthfuls.

“No one shared that with me. I guess I got lucky.” Maggie made a mental note to make this often.

“I know I did.” George said with a smile. Maggie blushed.

“I won’t be in for dinner today. I hate to leave on your first full day alone but I told Jake last week I would be over to look over the harvest equipment. I’m sure he would understand if I didn’t make it over today.”

“There is no need for that. I got a good look at the garden yesterday and I thought I could spend some time out there before it gets too hot.”

“Oh, the garden” George said with reservation. “I’m not even sure why I planted one. I certainly don’t have time to maintain it proper like. It seems to always be a weed patch. Not to worry, Betty always shares her bounty with me. Considering you weren’t here to maintain a garden of your own what Betty doesn’t provide I will be sure to purchase for you.” George was embarrassed that the weed patch of a garden would be her first task. He was also delighted to see that she wasn’t afraid of work.  

“No need to worry. I will clean it up the best I can and see what I am able to salvage. I’m sure next year the garden will be more productive.”

“I need to run. Jake is a man that likes to keep a schedule.” George reached for his hat as he headed for the door. “Again I apologize that you have to deal with the mess of the garden. I will try to return this afternoon, if not, I will see you for supper. Thanks for the meal.”

“Your welcome, George. Have a nice day and please don’t concern yourself about the garden.”

Maggie read from Matthew while she finished her coffee. When she was finished she gave thanks for the fresh start and for continued safety. She rose and set the mug into the soapy water.  Once the dishes were complete and the kitchen in order she went to make the bed. On her way out of the room she spied the little room with all of the cabinets. She couldn’t resist peeking inside. Imagine her surprise when she saw it was a pantry! There were barrels of flour, sugar, and home canned goods. Maggie smiled to think of all the things she could do with this bounty.  She spied some canned ground beef and took that out to the kitchen. She had an idea for a meal that wouldn’t heat the kitchen up too much.

She set the jar on the counter and slipped out the back door. She noticed that George had sat some bushel baskets on the porch before he left. She silently thanked him for his thoughtfulness.  Once to the garden she sighed deeply wondering where to even begin.

She decided to start at the end with the tomato plants. They were scrawny things that looked half dead. Thankfully they were loaded with ripe tomatoes. She decided to pick them all, ready or not, as the vines wouldn’t last much longer.  To her surprise she ended up with three bushels of red tomatoes and almost a half bushel of green.  She had just pulled and piled up the last of the tomato vines when she thought she heard something.

“My, my, aren’t you being productive this morning” Betty said with a smile in her voice.

 “Hello Betty. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I could tell. Busy at work, busy in thought.”

“Yes, I was thinking of what I will do with the tomatoes. I am thinking some for stew and maybe a batch of sauce. I don’t think I will get much else from the garden.”

“Not likely. I told George to stop planting after his parents moved, but sometimes men are hardheaded! I always put up enough for both of our homes. So don’t fret about this year as I will have plenty to share.”

“I appreciate that, Betty. Would you mind helping me move the tomatoes to the shade of the porch?” Maggie said as she used her apron to wipe her brow.

“No, I don’t mind at all.  It looks like you could use a cold drink.”

“I think you might be right. I’ll bring out some tea once this is done and we can visit for a few minutes.”

“Perfect.” Betty said as she reached for one side of the basket.

“George told me you had planned to work in that so called garden so I thought I would drop by and give you a hand. I seem to be caught up with the garden and housework. It’s nice to have things in order before the harvest begins. I guess we should get back at it. What do you plan to do next?”

Maggie was thankful for the help and especially for the company. It looks like there are only beans and carrots left in the garden. I thought I would tackle the beans next. I took a peek at them and it looks like they are over grown so I will pick them to dry the seeds.”

“How about I head to cellar and bring up the jars? I could wash them while you start on the beans.”

“Thank you, Betty that would be helpful. I had wondered where I'd find the jars.“ Maggie replied.

Both ladies got busy and before long Betty joined Maggie in the garden. “Lands sake girl you need to pace yourself before you get heat stroke! I didn’t expect to come out and find most of the beans picked and pulled. “ Betty chided.

Maggie smiled and kept working. Once the beans were picked the ladies moved back to the porch for another glass of tea and to shell the beans. Maggie found a large metal bowl and smiled each time the beans made a ding when they hit the bowl. Betty chatted away and it made the time pass in a pleasant manner. Betty reminded her of Miss Sissy is many ways.

“If I'm not putting my nose where it doesn’t belong, may I ask if you and Jake have children.” Maggie softly asked.

Betty got a far off look in her eyes and Maggie regretted asking this question. Betty smiled slightly and said “Yes, Jake and I were blessed with a beautiful daughter. Her name is JoElla and she the light of our lives.”

“I look forward to meeting her.”

“I don’t reckon that will happen. You see JoElla didn’t want to live in a small community and marry a farmer. My girl had dreams. She left for the east when she was eighteen. She was headed for New York and eventually ended up in Virginia. She has a job and lives in a big house. We get a letter once a year. Usually close to Christmas.” Betty sighed deeply. “I feel like a part of me left when she did, but she is happy, and life is what it is.”

For all of her jolliness I could see that deep down she was filled with some sadness. I knew what losing someone you loved could do to you.  I reached over and squeezed Betty’s hand. 

She gave her head a good shake and returned right back into the Betty that I was growing to love.  She chatted and I laughed until she rose. “It’s been a nice visit but I must go. The boys will be ready for a meal.  As skinny as he is that Jake likes to eat. He likes his schedule and turns into a grouchy old bear when he’s hungry.”

We said our farewell and I watched Betty disappear over the hill. I finished the beans and then dug the carrots. Not as many as I had hoped for but I was thankful for what I did find. I surveyed the garden and all that was left was a big heap of twisted, dying vines. I wasn’t sure where to put them and really needed to get out of the sun so I left them.

After the sun beating down on me the house felt cool. I sat down and ate a cheese sandwich and two boiled eggs. The heat had taken quite a bit out of me and I knew I needed to stay out of the son.

I returned to the porch and got a bowl full of tomatoes. I then dug around in the pantry until I found the spices I needed. Once the sauce was simmering I set about to roll out some noodles. I had seen a drying rack in the little room and I went to retrieve it. I wiped it down and then laid the noodles over it to dry.

Now that supper was under control I stared water to boil and began working on the tomatoes. I would skin and seed the first two bushel and put then into the ice box to be canned the next morning.  The last bushel I would make into sauce and process.

The afternoon was quick to pass by.  The tomatoes were in the ice box waiting for tomorrow along with some chocolate pudding for after dinner. The drying rack was put away and the noodles were swimming in a large pot of water. I had just stepped back into the kitchen from freshening up when I saw George walking over the hill.

I watched as he stopped at the top of the hill and took in the garden. He shook his head, smiled and I could tell that he was smiling. I knew I had about forty-five minutes until he would be ready for supper. I popped open the jar of ground beef and dumped it into the sauce.  Once at a restaurant I had seen spaghetti bolognese served.  I hoped it wasn’t overly fancy for a farmer!

I started the dish water; George brought over the dishes and then picked up a towel to dry. Tonight I didn’t say anything as I wondered if this would be a standard practice. George spoke first.

“That was one fine meal. I have never had anything like it and I enjoyed it. Where did you learn to make that?”

“I am happy you enjoyed it.  My friend, Sarah is Italian and I learned to make the sauce from her grandmother. They usually use the sauce for a dish called lasagna. It is wonderful with the sauce, flat pasta and melted cheese. What I made tonight I once saw served in a restaurant I was dining in.” Maggie was relieved it wasn’t overly fancy to George. It was an easy meal that she would be happy to make again.

“I left all the debris on the garden. I wasn’t sure where to put it.”

“I noticed it on my way home. If you like we could take a walk and I will show you where it goes.” George stated hopefully.

“I would like that. Let me tidy the kitchen and I will be ready.”

As Maggie stepped out onto the porch as George was coming from beside the barn with a wheel barrow.  He stopped by the garden and began piling the debris onto it. Maggie joined him to help out. Once finished she walked beside George as they headed behind the barn.  There was a huge pile that George called the burn pile. He explained that this is where to put yard debris and that late each fall he would burn down the pile.

George walked back to the barn and leaned the wheel barrow against it. He then walked and showed Maggie different things around the farm. He referred to things as ours and theirs which made Maggie smile. After a bit of walking George turned toward the house.

“I don’t know about you, but I am tired this evening. Mind if we sit on the porch a spell? We can pray and enjoy the evening cool before we head in.” George asked with a bit of hesitation.  He wanted to spend time with Maggie but didn’t want to seem like he was pushing it.

“That is a splendid idea!” Maggie smiled at George as she spoke.

After they prayed together they sat in comfortable silence until Maggie brought out the chocolate pudding.

“This is a pleasant surprise. A nice, cool treat to end the day.” George said as he dug into his pudding.

Maggie was happy to please George.  They sat in silence as the night sound began until Maggie saw George nodding off. She smiled as she woke him and suggested they head for bed.  

Joy in the Everyday: Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

As we entered the house Betty was pulling a pitcher of tea out of the ice box. “I thought we might need this on a warm, August afternoon. Thankfully we were blessed with a slight cool down this week.”

“Harvest is starting soon so I know it won’t last for long.” Jake said as he took a long drink of the tea.  “Little lady you are going to be thrown into the fire soon. I imagine the ladies will be waging their tongues about how brave and crazy you are to get married right before harvest.”  Jake paused for another drink. “I assume you grew up on a farm and know all about harvest?”

Maggie cringed. What have I gotten myself into she thought? “I did not grow up on a farm. When my mother married my father she became a farmer’s wife. My paternal grandparents owned landed and my parents and I lived there until my parents passed away. I was eight when they went home to the Lord. I then lived with my mother’s parents and uncle. I did spend summers at the farm until Granny and Pop passed on.”  All eyes were on her as she spoke, especially George. “I hope that I catch on fast enough that I won’t be an embarrassment to George.”

“Sweet girl, all of the new brides have to learn a thing or two, even those of us that grew up on a farm. I will take you right under my wing and teach you everything you need to know. Yes ma’am Betty will take care of you.”

“Ought oh, there is nothing more my Betty likes then a project. Now let’s cut that cake!” Jake said with a wide grin. 

As I cut the cake George handed out the plates. I cut a small slice for myself and could barely touch it. I noticed George didn’t eat much of his either. Thankfully Betty and Jake were here to carry on the conversation with Pastor Dan. Betty has what my Granny referred to as the gift of gab. Thinking of Granny made me smile.

“It is almost 4:30 so I should be getting back down the lane. I have a few sermons to get ahead on. I like to work ahead so I can help out with harvest. I might be a preacher, but I love the land as much as you farmers.  I also know you all have chores to take care of “ Pastor Dan stood and stretched.

Maggie said “If you wait a minute I will wrap up a slice of cake for you take home.” Betty smiled and nodded her head as Maggie began to slice the cake for Pastor Dan.

“That will be mighty nice. Since the missus passed on I don’t have as many treats as I use to. Now the ladies of the church take good care of me, but some of the ladies make a sweet treat better then others.  Now Betty, that is for your ears only!” Dan said as he winked at Maggie.

“I brought over a roast for Maggie to slice for sandwiches this evening. A bride shouldn’t have to stand over a stove on her wedding day. If the George and Maggie don’t mind there is plenty to share with you.”

“I believe that is an excellent idea Betty!” Maggie said as she placed a large chunk of cake on a plate.

Maggie and Betty were busy cutting hearty slices of roast beef and making sandwiches. Maggie insisted that they go ahead and cut enough for Betty and Jake to take home for a meal also.

Pastor Dan left with a basket of two roast beef sandwiches, a jar of potato salad, pickled beets and of course the cake. He must have been happy as they heard him whistle as he walked down the lane.

“Alright Betty, this old man needs to get home. Chores await us and now that I've seen the dinner menu I am ready to get them done.”  Jake let out his jolly laugh as he walked out to the back porch with George.

 Betty and I got busy setting the kitchen to right. She packed her things into a basket while I cut some cake for her to take home also. She started to do the cake dished. “No Betty, leave those. I will take care of them with the supper dishes. You have done more then enough for me today. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. “

 “Sweet girl, I am happy to see our George married off. To a sweet girl to boot! I have been watching you today and I like what I see. I am serious about helping you with what you need to learn.  Next week it will be quiet around here as women are busy putting up the kitchen garden and the men are gearing up for harvest. If things go as planned the following week harvest will begin at my house. I would like you to come over with George and help me out. That way you can see what it takes to feed the harvest crew and what the boys do.”

Maggie swallowed hard. “How many men come?”

“Now don’t you worry it is usually six including our two boys.  Usually a couple of the wives come to help. Not all of them though. I will be there to see you through this. You will be fine.” Betty said as she walked out the door.

 I stood at the window looking out as George, Betty and Jake looked to be in deep conversation.

“George that is one fine girl you married today. Did you notice how she was quick to offer cake to the pastor and jumped right in the pack up a meal? That speaks volumes about the heart of a person. I can’t wait to get know that sweet girl better.” Betty linked her arm through Jake’s and they started off for home.

 George had noticed all of that and more. He was also looking forward to getting to know his wife.

 As George was waving good-bye I realized that the table cloth was still here. I stepped out the door and yelled. “Wait! Betty you forgot your table cloth.”

 As I walked out Betty yelled back that it was her gift to me. “Your mother-in-law, George’s mom, made that and gave it to me the last birthday she spent with me. I have been saving it for George and you.”

“Oh Betty!”  I said as I rushed over to give her a hug.

“It was nothing now we must scoot. Jake likes to keep his evening schedule.”

As Jake led Betty away he called over his shoulder to George, “I bet you will be happy to not sleep on a lumpy couch tonight.” He turned and I could hear his jolly laugh.

“I’ll be inside.” George stated.

“I am going to get a little air and then I will be in.”  I hadn’t given much thought to the sleeping arrangement. Oh boy!

When I started to step inside George was standing at the table fingering the crochet border on the table cloth. I stepped to the table and also touch it. “It is beautiful. I am honored to have something that your mother made. I will cherish it.”

George weakly smiled. “I hope that I will cherish you as much. I need to change and tend to the evening chores. Will you have the sandwiches ready when I come in?”

The thought of being cherished by George made me feel funny on the inside. “Yes George, I will have supper ready. “

As George walked out the door to the barn he stated “The evening chores take about half an hour. Then I like to take a quick bath. “

I was putting the plate of sandwiches on the table when George returned from his bath. “I love farming, but not necessarily smelling like a cow all night.”

I laughed out loud at this comment which make George smile.

 As we finished up our meal I noticed that George didn’t touch the pickled beets. I didn’t either as they are not my favorite. Maybe George was still full from the afternoon cake. As I ran the dish water George brought the dishes over and set them on the counter. “Would you like for me to dry?”

“That isn’t necessary.”

 “I don’t mind.” George picked up the towel and dried as I washed the dishes. When the dishes were complete he retired to the living room while I finished up in the kitchen.

I put the dried dishes away, wiped down the table and counters before I pulled out the broom. As I was doing this, George pretended to read the paper. I could tell he wasn’t reading as I caught him sneaking a peek at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. It made me smile and feel all nervous on the inside.

“George, do you like evening coffee?”

“Only when the weather is cool, I don’t think I will have any tonight.”

Maggie searched for a few things for breakfast and then also retired to the living room.

The chair was comfortable and Maggie was happy for the ottoman. It felt good to put her feet up. She would need to find something to do in the evenings as they sat. Tonight she was tired and glad for the rest.

“Maggie, do you mind if I read from aloud from my Bible.”

“I would like that.”

 George began reading from Psalm 100. As he finished “Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.  For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting. And His truth endures to all generations.” George sat in silence for a moment. “I feel like I have plenty to be thankful for today. “

Maggie smiled, feeling the same way.

 After a long, comfortable silence, George cleared his throat. “My parents” George said “use to pray together each evening. They had a great marriage. I believe it was because their faith was strong. Would you mind if we made it our habit to also pray together each evening?”

“I would be delighted! “ George came over to sit on the ottoman. He took Maggie’s hands and together they prayed. George prayed for their life together, for them to build a strong marriage and friendship, for the Lord to be center of their lives. . He prayed for the farm, neighbors and for the community that was now Maggie’s. She couldn’t be happier that this was the man the Lord has chosen to be her husband.

George went back to his paper and Maggie sat deep in thought. She must have dozed off as George woke her. “Maggie. I think you should go to bed.”

“I am tired. I think that is a great idea. Good night, George.”

Maggie washed up and changed. Once she was in bed she was wide awake and uncertain. She laid there for what seemed like forever before she heard George enter. He undressed and then climbed into bed. Maggie held her breath. George was lying on his back and Maggie had her back to him. She knew he could probably feel her tremble.

  “Maggie?”

“Yes.”

“I know that we don’t know each other well and uh, uh, I want you to know that I think we need time to get to know each other. “

Maggie could feel herself relax.

“I would never make you do anything that you aren’t comfortable doing. I meant what I said in my prayer about wanting a strong marriage and friendship. I, uh, just wanted you to know. Good night, Maggie.”

“Good night, George. I hope you sleep well.”

Joy in the Everyday: Chapter 3

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Maggie quickly dressed and stared into the mirror. It was hard to believe she was looking at the same girl that boarded a train four days ago. Betty was right my hair did look nice. Did I dare? I reached into the little elastic compartment on the lid of my suitcase and pulled out a lipstick. My thoughts instantly went to Sarah, my childhood friend, who gave me strength and peace in the mist of a miserable childhood.  Oh, how I missed her! She tucked this into my hand as she hugged me and whispered that I should wear it when I married George. I am not a make up wearing girl and had immediately stuffed it into my suitcase. I opened it and saw that it was a light, soft pink color. I was here for a fresh start, so I took a deep breath and put some on.

 At that moment Betty tapped on the door and walked in. “My, that dress looks nice on you.” Betty stared for a moment and then said, “I like the lipstick. It is subtle and nice. Now if you will turn around I will finish your hair.”

 Betty pulled the hair back off of my face and tied it back with a pink ribbon. This caused the curly waves to become fuller in the back and some of it cascaded over my shoulders. I would need to ask Betty more about those rags she used in my hair.

Betty stood back and smiled. “I do believe you're ready. Pastor Dan would like to come speak with you before the ceremony. Are you ready for him to come in?” I nodded my answer.

When Betty left, I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the pastor to come in. I looked out the window and saw Pastor Dan and George under the maple tree in prayer. That scene immediately gave me peace. When they were finished Pastor Dan smiled and slapped George on the back.  A moment later there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” I softly replied.

 “Hello, Miss McPherson, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Doug Daniel. Most people call me Pastor Dan or plain ol’Dan.  If George didn’t point out the church it’s the little white building about two miles from the main road on the right.  Since I made the introduction of George to you I know how your courtship was through letters and the circumstances surrounding it. Now I am not here to judge, I am here to make sure you are ready for marriage.  Marriage is a life long commitment and I want to be sure you understand the commitment that you are making to not only George, but before God.”

Maggie had been looking at her hands folded in her lap while Pastor Dan spoke. She looked up with a weak smile and said, “I am thankful for your willingness to help me and for the introduction to George. I would be pleased if you would call me Maggie.”

Pastor Dan nodded.  “May I ask how old you are?”

“I am twenty as of last week.”

Pastor Dan smiled. “You have no concerns about marrying a man that is seven years older then yourself?”

“No, I find security in the fact that George is mature and settled.  He will be able to provide a safe and secure life for me.”

“I grew up with Sissy and if she vouches for your character then that satisfies me. Tell me about Sissy.”

“Miss Sissy was the cook when I moved in with my grandparents after the passing of my parents.  Sissy is like a mother to me. It is at her side I learned how to cook, garden, sew and love the Lord. I love and miss her dearly.”

“She always had a kind heart.” Pastor Dan said with a far away look.  “Do you want to be married to George this afternoon?”

“Yes, I feel it is God’s will and marrying George is my desire” I squeaked out.

“Good, good, then it is time for a wedding! I wish my Martha could be here for this. She has been gone for three years now. She loved weddings and would have loved to see George say I do. We both think of him as a fine man.  I will send Betty in and we will start when you are ready.” He smiled as he closed the door on the way out.

Betty rushed in. “Sweet girl are you ready to marry our George?” I smiled and shook my head yes. “What are we waiting for; the boys are waiting under the maple tree waiting for us.” Betty took my arm and away we went.

Betty stepped out onto the back porch pulling me along. I tried to grab the screen door before it slammed shut. Too late! It hit the door frame with a thud.  Betty’s back went straight which caused me to smile. The moment I looked up I saw that the men were looking at us. George meet my eyes and it took me a second to get my feet moving toward him.

The slam of the door caused George to look over. He knew Betty had gone to get Maggie but he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. Her smile warmed him like sunshine on a winter day and her hair. He had never seen more beautiful hair. Many women had started to cut their hair shorter these days. He knew that in the eyes of most Maggie would be considered ordinary. In the eyes of George, Maggie was stunning!

 Maggie walked toward George who stood under the maple tree that created a huge canopy of shade. Once under the tree Pastor Dan asked George and Maggie to face each other. I know that we said our vows and I remember saying “I will” as far as the rest of ceremony it seems like a blur. That is until the end.

“Let me read Matthew 19:6. Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. ” Pastor Dan smiled at us both. “I now present Mr. and Mrs. George Kraft. George you may kiss your bride.”

I started to feel panic and then George moved slowly forward and ever so gently his lips brushed mine. I was now a married woman and had experienced my first kiss! There was no time to ponder all of this as Betty threw her arms around us both and blubbered how happy she was. That is all we needed for the tension to be released. George and I looked at each other and had a nervous laugh.

“Let’s celebrate! I do believe there is a cake.” Jake stated as he took Betty by the arm and led her toward the back door.

“Lands sake Jake is your stomach all you can think about!” Betty scolded as she mopped her face with a hankie.

 Jake reached over and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Woman you should know by now that’s the truth!” Then he turned and winked at us. “I do like to get this girl going!”

We all laughed as we headed in to celebrate.

 

Joy in the Everyday: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Much to my relief Betty took over.  She started the dish water as George took his leave. I stacked the dishes on the counter and then picked up the towel Betty had set out and began to dry.

“I hear you and George had quite an adventure last night. We waited up for you until 9:30 and I was plumb worried. Jake sat in his chair dozing off and finally said my fretting wouldn’t change anything. The two of you were in the Lords hands and we needed to get ourselves up to bed.  When I heard rattling in the kitchen I expected to come down and find you. Imagine my surprise when George told me he had dropped you off here and was bedding down on our couch for the night.”

 “Yes, it was certainly an adventure. My train was running an hour behind schedule and then on the way here there was a flat on the truck. It was almost 10:30 by the time George changed the tire and we were on the road again. He didn’t want us to wake you up with my arrival so he stopped here to settle me in and then went to your place. I protested at first since it didn't seem proper. He said that no matter the time you would be up and fussing over me and honestly we all needed to get some rest. I thought it best to submit to his wish.”

They finished the dishes in silence. Betty knew the busy bodies would have a hay day if they found out Maggie had sleep here before marriage. No matter that George stayed at her place, they would certainly twist it all up to no good. This little piece of information would never be spoken of again. Betty knew George nor Maggie would mention it either. Once done Betty went to wipe down the counters and table top while Maggie finished putting the dishes away.

“My Jake and I have been praying for you for a long time. “ Betty declared.

I wasn’t sure how to reply.  “I assume George mentioned our letter when we first exchanged them.”

 “Goodness no” Betty laughed.  “We had never heard a peep about you until Sunday. George usually has his Sunday meal with us. He was a fidgeting mess all through service and when he was late for the meal I pressed him about it. He finally stated how he was late due to asking the pastor to come out and perform his wedding on Wednesday. I was speechless! Imagine me, Betty Peterson, speechless” she said with a hearty laugh.

My expression must have said it all.  Betty took my hand and we moved to sit at the table. “Although we were surprised by George’s announcement we couldn’t be happier. Jake and I have been praying for years for the good Lord to bring the right woman to join our George.  You, my dear, are an answer to our prayers.”

Me? I’ve never been an answer to someone’s prayer. As I wiped away a tear Betty pushed back from the table and declared that was enough. She was up and heading toward the bedroom.

“I must see what you brought to be married in. I imagine it will need a hot iron after your journey.”

Maggie was hesitant to show what she had brought. The brown skirt and white blouse she had traveled in was in need of washing. Today she was wearing a light blue dress with small white flowers. The only other dress was off white with pink flowers. That is the dress Maggie planned to be wed in.

Betty looked around the room and spied a small suitcase. If you could call it that as it was more of an overnight bag.  “Well, you do travel light. Which dress is for today?”

As Maggie pointed to the off white dress she inwardly sighed with relief. She didn’t want to explain why she had brought so little with her.  Oh how she wanted to put the past to rest.  

 “Good choice. I will press this while you take a nice long bath.”

While Betty pressed the dress she couldn’t help but wonder why Maggie didn’t bring more. Winter was around the corner and these cotton dresses and a light blouse would never do. For a moment she wondered if she didn’t intend to stay.  Betty was always a good judge of character and she quickly dismissed the thought as she could feel Maggie wasn’t the type to take commitment lightly.

The bath felt delightful. Maggie could feel herself relax and some of the nervousness subsided.  A really long bath would be wonderful but she knew her hair needed time to dry. Reluctantly she pulled the plug.

As Maggie came out Betty was coming with her dress. “That was good timing.  Thank you for pressing my dress.”

“My pleasure, I will make us a bite to eat. Why don’t you stay in your robe until after we eat. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready.” 

Maggie towel dried and brushed out her hair, she then joined Betty in the kitchen.  Betty turned as she entered and stared for a moment. “I do declare that is some long, thick, beautiful hair you have. Do you ever leave it down?”

 Maggie blushed. “Not in a long time. My uncle, well, he said it was straight, stringy, the color of dirt and didn’t think it was fit to wear down. I have worn it up for many years.”

 “Men, what do they know about a womans hair? I have an idea. Let’s eat and then we will get right to it. I hope you don’t mind eating the soup we had for dinner last night. I made the boys ham sandwiches to go along with it. I thought you might like to eat lighter so I brought only the soup and thought I might butter some of the bread I brought over yesterday.” Betty reached out and patted my back as she turned from setting the bread on the table.

 “Leftover soup is fine. A light meal is perfect.” Maggie said with a faint smile.

After saying grace Betty carried on the conversation while she ate and Maggie picked at her soup. Once they were finished Betty set the dishes in the dish water and turned around with a basket of rags. Surely Betty wasn’t planning for them to clean when she would be getting ready in a few hours!

 “Sit down, Maggie, and I will fix your hair.”

I sat down and Betty ripped the rags into strips and rolled my hair around them until it touched my head. She then tied each of them. She chatted the entire time and then declared the deed done. She scooted me out the back door and took a chair and set it in the sun. “Now sit here so your hair will dry faster. I will be right back with another chair so you can prop your feet up. Now don’t get use to this fancy treatment as you will be married to a farmer just like me. There is plenty of work for a farm wife” she said with a smile.

 I was happy for the time alone as I needed to gather my thoughts and pray.  A dreadful encounter, three exchanged letters and thirty days had turned my life upside down. I knew this is what had to be done.  I could feel that this was God’s will for my life. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the sun and the love of the Son wash over me.

I must have dozed off for a minute. The next thing I know Betty is telling me it's time get ready. She begins to unroll my hair. I am amazed to see that my straight, brown hair has turned into a mass of waves.

 “Sweet girl, this is turning out better then I imagined! George won’t know what hit him when he sees you. Now I know it's the heart that makes a person beautiful but this pretty hair won’t hurt either” Betty chuckled.

I smiled.  Beautiful is a word that I wouldn’t use to describe myself. Hearing Betty go on and on made me want to believe that I am beautiful and worthy. For the first time in a very long time I had hope.

As I stepped inside I was surprised to see all that Betty had accomplished. There was a pretty table cloth on the kitchen table. It was white with a pink crochet border. Each corner had two pink embroidered roses. There was also a little cake with flowers. Pink flowers that looked almost exactly like the flowers on the dress I would be wearing.  A dish of nuts and candies were also on the table. I was filled with joy that Betty had taken the time to make this day special. I gave her a big hug.

“Now we don’t have time for that. You run along and put on your dress. I will be there in a minute to finish up your hair. Hurry now! I see that our boys are walking over the hill and the pastor is coming up the lane.”   



I can't say thank you enough for your encouraging words on Chapter One.  My hope is to add a new chapter each Friday. Of course, that is depending on the time I have to put into writing. As you all know my family is my top priority. :) Again, thank you for your kind words.