What an adolescent I was! Still had pimples, mood swings, even crushes. Envied Nancy's carefree dating life and kindergarten teaching; envied Aunt Ruth's Oxford life and college teaching; searched want ads for better paying work for Ted or me; didn't savor the joys of conversation with children. Today, reading Etty's diary of her 28th year, I realize writing was what I was missing, especially writing to You which I do now in her words: I now realise, God, how much You have given me. So much that was beautiful and so much that was hard to bear. Yet whenever I showed myself ready to bear it, the hard was directly transformed into the beautiful. And the beautiful was sometimes much harder to bear, so overpowering did it seem. To think that one small human heart can experience so much, oh God, so much suffering and so much love, I am so grateful to You, God, for having chosen my heart, in these times, to experience all the things it has experienced.
Who was I then? Part-time art teacher at Barrie Day School, Duffy's carpool driver to Washington Christian School, Rhonda's co-op parent at Luther Rice Nursery School; church member, mother, wife, sister, daughter; dabbler in wallpapering and gardening; decoupager of glass bottles and jars; big fan of Big Bird.
It was the perfect part-time job for me that year: driving throughout the D.C. metropolitan area finding households I'd been assigned to interview; treating each person with respect, gaining confidence, building rapport, asking questions, checking boxes, all by hand, face to face, no computers. We were on a roll New Year's Day in mild weather biking around the national mall with our kids in yellow plastic seats behind us. There were hard times like when I sold my high school and college rings to supplement grocery money. But we were carefree every Sunday, appreciating and being appreciated by our growing and diverse church family. Grateful for Ted's teaching job at Barrie Day School, we bought a big old Hyattsville house. Duffy started kindergarten at Washington Christian School with my sister Nancy as his teacher.
We spent one more year in the big house by the small school in rural New York. But our hearts sought home and work elsewhere. We helped Aunt Ruth with her Pocono house; Uncle John Roorda met us there in July. We'd applied and been accepted for VISTA. I was eager to be in DC before training started, hoping for a choice in placement (NYC?), restless, impulsive, adventuresome. Leaving Rhonda with her adoring great aunt, uncle and dad, I took Duffy, caught a bus, found a room in DC. . . and called Ted. The VISTA bubble burst: "nothing for a family of four." We camped at Greenbelt National Park, found an apartment in District Heights and various part-time jobs wherever. DC Christian Reformed Church welcomed us warmly; we grew roots among other interracial families.
Education continued as we spent June in Friesland basking in Ted's relatives' hospitality, my first and only time outside North America. Branching out from art to teaching reading and writing I commuted weekly to SUNY Oswego, tutored and subbed at East Palmyra Christian. We were eager to grow our family by adoption; the social worker mentioned hard-to-place children. What? Who? Why? Handicapped, black or biracial and/or those more than a year old. On Rhonda's second birthday we brought her home, my life's best and most divinely directed decision.
1969 Back in Michigan once more Marjorie taught art at Jenison Public schools while Ted finished college. 1992 Maryland student Chris worked two jobs and made Profession of Faith at D.C. Christian Reformed Church. 1993 Calvin grad Rhonda lived with Mom and Jean while working at Christian College Coalition. 2001 Maryland grad Jean and son Judah traveled to Oregon and California, settled in Hawaii. 1970 Marj drew, wrote, made home in East Palmyra NY next to the school where Ted taught and was principal.
At summer's end we moved to Ontario where Ted taught at Jarvis Christian School. A motel cabin was home for seven last weeks of pregnancy. I nurtured nesting instincts; braided a rug, painted a rocking chair. Craving sweet corn, took ears from an unfenced field; boiled, buttered, salted but tasteless. Oh, field corn! Finally our top floor Simcoe apartment was ready. After the long moving day we slept until labor pains started at 3 a.m. October 20. Twelve hours later our son was born; took him home on my 22nd birthday. I was reborn with Christopher (Dopher, Baby Duff), nursing, napping, singing, talking, hanging clean diapers to dry in balcony sun, discovering Lake Erie Sand Hills Park. It was a year of kairos time and space for forming a new satellite family, a nucleus sprung from roving Ribbens-Roorda transplants.
Impulsive, flighty, hardly an adult though intrigued with independence I lived with five girlfriends in an old house near the one where Ted lived with guy friends. Babysat young cousins sometimes; felt at home like in Harlem at Madison Square where Ted taught Sunday School. Admired his cheerful, hard-working immigrant mother and was awed by his cab-driving job. We applied for Peace Corps, were accepted, assigned! But had to give it up: I was pregnant. Wow, must have gone all the way--when?! Hormones had run rampant; I was blind, confusing passion with compassion, in love with love. And Love saw me through student teaching High School Art; graduation at Knollcrest, marriage in Franklin Chapel where Mom and Dad were married and where we'd met; camping trip to Canada, Maine, Cape Cod; summer in Ruth's Manhattan apartment while she was in Europe, Ted working at Altman's. I may have had twenty loves by then but none as real as baby Christopher stirring in my body's vibrant chrysalis.
Gertrude DeWitt taught third, fourth and fifth grades in Sheboygan where Theunis Ribbens' sisters befriended her. Marjorie Ribbens earned room and board near Franklin campus doing childcare and housework with the Brunson family. Katie Bogard, bookkeeper, traveled to cities with sister buying supplies and selling their handmade hats. Marjorie Anne studied Fromm, Kozol and Montessori; wrote term paper "Education for Loving". Clarice VDK roomed with girlfriends; finished Calvin; got engaged to Bill Ribbens; started nurse's training. Marjorie wrote to Aunt Ruth, couldn't "understand why no one in the family except Calvin likes Ted". Ruth VandeKieft, president of nonresident students, graduated from Meredith College in Raleigh, North Carolina. Marj roomed with Mary Schans; worked at Altman's; took classes at New York School of Visual Arts. Jean Roorda lived with Mom, nursed baby Judah; started researching vaccines; worked as church secretary.
Lived with Gram again, babysat in her neighborhood; shuttled between campuses, found footpath to Knollcrest. volunteered with KIDS (Kindling Intellectual Desire in Schools). Aced term paper "Hamlet's Noble Mind in Action". Ted Roorda sat near me in Chapel (seats assigned by last name); his friend George's girlfriend Paula said Ted wanted to meet me so we talked; our first date was St. Paul Oratorio April 1. What passions lit up or darkened my Festival artworks titled Tree Reflection, Twilight, Easter, Swamp, Youth? For six weeks in Harlem, work and love harmonized: "The kids are so friendly, altho' a little loud. I see they (my 11 & 12 y.o. girls) want loving and I love them." Bonds with Calvin guys on our team formed easily but Ronald from down the block was hardest to forget.