Eighteen

Freshman year flew by. I lived with Gram,
savored quiet meals at her flower-graced table;
drove her to church and stores, took bus to campus.
Found new friends in Honors English, art class
and Cousin Ken's local G.R. non-dorm crowd.
Summer Workshop in Missions (SWIM) was my communal lifeline.
Gloria, Betty, Carol and I were assigned to a new church
on Beelzebub Rd! in South Windsor, Connecticut.
Family letters detailed road trip mishaps,
menus (they loved our strawberries) and every day
new people, impressions, conversations 
at church and VBS, in homes and outdoors.
Most indelible were the scriptures I chose
(Isaiah 40, Matthew 5 and 2 Corinthians 4)
when my turn came for team devotions
and our kneeling prayer times in the sanctuary.
Most exciting was the NYC trip: World's Fair, 
overnight at Aunt Ruth's Queens apartment,
Harlem church meeting with all area SWIM teams.

 



			
					

Seventeen

Beginnings were becoming my strong suit.
At Lakewood Public I reveled in art class;
got the title role in our senior play.
At home on Jordan Lake Road and around town
helped Dad and Mom with the church plant,
leading Sunday School and weekday Bible classes.
But doubts and qualms rose. Had no dates,
didn't dance, babysat a lot, saved money, tithed.
Kennedy was shot. We watched TV in government class.
I passed catechism orals, made profession of faith,
wrote statement of faith for Calvin application.
Graduation was anticlimactic.
Nothing fazed me like the book Black Like Me.
How awesome to work with 8-12 year old girls 
at the Y in Grand Rapids that summmer!

Sixteen

At Thanksgiving we moved to Mation house #3.
My attention kept skidding, swerving from
Northern Michigan Christian High in McBain to
church youth group friends from Marion Public.
One winter night, driving the VW from McBain
I fishtailed, flipped landed wheels down in ditch;
walked to nearest house, called Dad;
drove again soon--grateful, careful, responsible.
Junior parent or babysitter was my major role,
rover position in basketball my favorite.
Got fifty cents an hour for childcare; 
boosted savings picking cherries, beans, potatoes.
Soph class prez, junior student council rep, lit staff,
I kept busy all the time, filling spare
minutes with cathartic sketches and poems.
That summer we moved way south to Lake Odessa.

Fifteen

Gertrude from Rudyard joined sisters
at preparatory school later known as Calvin College.

Richard gave his own junior high valedictory 
rejecting white principal's prepared speech.

Gordon was welcomed as preacher by the
black congregation in backwoods Virginia.

Anne died peacefully, feeling
nothing bad was happening to her.

Lester lived in a small room outside
the white store owner's family home.

I was moody sometimes, retreating into reading,
but not during Moody Week at Winona Lake.

Duff's best friend was actor/director 
Newt Pippin, Rhonda's godbrother.

Jordan died in car with brothers,
shot by a police officer.

Fourteen

1-1-61 Writing practice begun.
First line same every day except numbers:
"Slept from 2:30 to 9:00 (6 1/2)" that first day.
Back late New Years Eve from Grand Rapids 
days with grandparents, dozen cousin daze?
"Slept for two hours" after church, dinner & dishes.
(I'd add the nap to the weekly tally for an 8 1/2 hour average)
Until the new "Back to God Chapel" was finished at Easter
A.M. church was in an old building on a country road.
For dinner we had rabbit (!!Who shot and cleaned it?)
P.M. church was in our living/ dining room.
Each Sunday I noted the scriptures and sermon titles:
that day Hebrews 11:13, Christian Pilgrims
and Psalm 90:1&2, God With Us in 1961.
Afterward "Dad & Mom went to Bolt's in Cadillac"
I "Babysat," going to sleep in their bed.

Girl of the Limberlost, Diary of Anne Frank, Return of the Native
Most nights I read in bed, averaging a book a week,
more when off school--The Silver Chalice, The Yearling, The Nun..
With friends, school was a high, even the long bus ride
except when we were late or I talked & had to write lines
in study hall or we didn't get a ping pong table at noon.
Friends on farms closer to school hosted me overnight 
sometimes after ball games or other evening events.
Mom gave a book review at the Silver Tea (wonder what book)
and I recited an original poem at the Mother-Daughter Banquet.
Other firsts were roller-skating parties, vegetable gardening 
and driving (!) with Dad but on regular roads.
Highlight of the year was Youth Conference Camp weekend (though
may have been more fun if preacher-teacher Dad wasn't there?)
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Thirteen

We lived up north in Marion Michigan.
Dad drove us five miles to the school bus stop
for the farmland route to Lucas-McBain Christian
down in a wide valley next to the big hill where I skied,
boot straps secured with inner tube strips.
My "Rescue the Perishing" poster with colorful faces
painted on blue background won the mission contest.
Eighth grade ended with a great Mackinac Island day trip.

Back home our family was complete, grateful for baby Cal.
We moved from the brick rambler near the fairgrounds 
to the spacious white house with cupola 
next to a black-topped basement house.
From both homes I found stream banks to explore.