Through A Country Window
By Eric Wright
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What happens when a farm girl from South Carolina and a city boy from Toronto trade their suburban split-level for a log house in the country? Besides crazy craft on the Ganny and live theatre in a barnyard, Eric and Mary Helen Wright discover crickets in the bedroom, thunder on the ridges, and romance in a snowstorm. They also rediscover the creative majesty of God.
In a series of short anecdotes, "Through A Country Window" captures the joys experienced, lessons learned, and challenges faced as the Wrights adjust to life out where the sky springs free.
After several short chapters describing their initiation into country life, the book continues with fascinating descriptions of the places and characters they come to know through the four seasons.
Eric Wright
Eric Wright was a mystery and thriller author. Some of his works include the Charlie Salter series, the Lucy Trimble Brenner series, and the Mel Pickett series.
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Through A Country Window - Eric Wright
What Readers are Saying About Through A Country Window
Joyful, wistful, and often funny, this is a book to delight the reader.
Claire Mowat, Port Hope, Ontario, author of The Outport People.
Lyrical and affectionate, with a wry wonder at Nature’s gifts and human nature.
Ronald Wright, Salt Spring Island, BC, author of Time Among the Maya, Stolen Continents, and other books.
A delightful journey down roads seldom explored…gentle reminders of the joy in simplicity and the power of faith…the vacations ends too soon!
Phil Callaway, Three Hills, Alberta, humorist and author of many books including Making Life Rich Without Any Money
"Not a primer on rural living, Through A Country Window is a charmingly told tale of the quality of life that is possible when one surrenders to the charm and power of the elements, and takes the time to find the simple goodness in one’s neighbours." Eileen Argyris, journalist, Port Hope, Ontario
THROUGH A COUNTRY WINDOW
Inspiring stories from out where
the sky springs free
by
Eric E. Wright
Published by Eric E. Wright at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Eric E. Wright
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DEDICATION
For Mary Helen my country soul-mate
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The rural countryside of Northumberland County, and the people who live there, must be credited for providing the rich strands of vibrant colour that I’ve woven into this country tapestry.
I have greatly appreciated the encouragement of Stephen and Catherine, Deborah and Brian, John and Shona.
Shareena, Adrianna, and Kassandra, three nearby granddaughters, have helped to make some of our rural adventures especially memorable.
Sharon Cavers and Stephen Kennedy, core members of my local writers’ support group, have been unflagging in their enthusiasm. Their input has been of immeasurable help in correcting grammar, spelling, and in giving advice over a period of several years.
Thanks is owed as well to Les Foreman, M.J. Dempster, Bob Crawford, and others who read portions of the manuscript and made helpful suggestions.
Thanks to Norm, my brother, for giving me a final push to publish this book in its print form in 2001.
Without Mary Helen, my country companion, lifelong helpmate, and best friend who has shared every minute of our country dream, read every word dozens of times, and whose interaction has been indispensable there would have been no country dream.
Of course, without our gracious Creator there would be no singing sky, no honking geese, no winking stars, no changing seasons.
NOTES
Quotations have been selected for their individual merit and do not necessarily reflect my agreement with the philosophy of their authors. For a complete list of sources contact the author at: mailto:wrightee@eagle.ca. Most quotations and poems come from CQP, the Dictionary of Canadian Quotations and Phrases (CQP), Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1982; or Bartlett’s, John Bartlett, Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, Boston & Toronto: Little, Brown and Company, 15th edition, 1980.
Most neighbors have been fictionalized to preserve their anonymity.
All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise specified, are taken from the New International Version of the Bible (Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Bible Publishers.)
TABLE OF CONTENTS
What Readers Are Saying About Through A Country Window
Discover Other Books by Eric E. Wright
Acknowledgments
Notes
COUNTRY INITIATION
Prologue: Country Search
Chapter 1. Gossip Central
Chapter 2. Crazy Crickets
Chapter 3. Where the Sky Springs Free
Chapter 4. Duke's Decision
Chapter 5. Hallelujah Hill
FALL
Chapter 6. Cattlemen Prefer Blondes
Chapter 7. Country Carousel
Chapter 8. A Sumac Thanksgiving
Chapter 9. Where God Rakes the Leaves
Chapter 10. Beneath the Great Southern Gooseway
Chapter 11. When Wood Warms Twice
Chapter 12. Does Anyone Love November?
WINTER
Chapter 13. First Snow
Chapter 14. Sipping Soup and Saving Money
Chapter 15. Country Christmas
Chapter 16. A January Roller Coaster
Chapter 17. Backyard Ballet
Chapter 18. Snowbound
Chapter 19. Red Flag Flu
SPRING
Chapter 20. Floating Down the Ganny
Chapter 21. The Taste of Spring
Chapter 22. Techno-Robin
Chapter 23. Eric's Folly
Chapter 24. Wildflower Week
Chapter 25. Fudge's Mill
Chapter 26. That Sensual Time of Year
SUMMER
Chapter 27. The Value of Occasional Indulgence
Chapter 28. Garden Warfare
Chapter 29. Bargain Breakfast
Chapter 30. Thunder on the Ridges
Chapter 31. Barnyard Theatre
Chapter 32. The Dog Days of Summer
Chapter 33. Market Mania
SORROW AND CELEBRATION
Chapter 34. Trauma on Trespass Road
Chapter 35. Celebration at Arrowhead Point
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Country Initiation
Prologue – Country Search
Our doubts are traitors,
and make us lose the good
we oft might win
by fearing to attempt.
(William Shakespeare)
In 1991 we laid aside our doubts. I quit my full-time job and we embraced our dream of moving to the country from our suburban home in Toronto. Soon, however, our careful plan was in tatters. City real estate hit the skids. Part-time jobs I had counted on fell through. Savings evaporated. With growing frustration, we surveyed the best part of a hundred country properties until we discovered a gem. A year that seriously tested our resolution gyrated wildly by before we could make the move.
The chapters ahead tell of the pleasure and pitfalls we discovered along the way. They recount our awakening delight in the scenes we have seen through our country window: the moon rising, the leaves turning, the snow falling, the geese returning in the spring.
They also describe some of the lessons we are learning, for the countryside in which we live is not only a delightful environment; it is also our school, our laboratory, and our cathedral. It has become an integral part of our life. We cannot now imagine living away from the rolling hills of Northumberland, beyond the spring-fed valleys, out from underneath the arc of the heavens, beyond the sight of wind-blown pines.
Appreciation for nature takes us deeper than the momentary delight we find in a pleasing scene, for the countryside is not just scenery. Joseph Wood Krutch, writing of his experience in the Arizona desert, says it well.
Scenery, as such, never meant much to me…Then, having lived somewhat unwillingly in a quiet countryside for a year and a half, I made the great and obvious discovery which thousands must have made before me. There is all the difference in the world between looking at something and living with it. In nature, one never really sees a thing for the first time until one has seen it for the fiftieth. It never means much until it has become part of some general configuration, until it has become not a ‘view’ or a ‘sight’ but an integrated world of which one is a part.
Country living, of course, involves far more than nature. It encompasses the characters who people the villages and farms: the old couple rattling slowly by in their ancient pickup; Lev on his combine; the local sun worshipper parading around in a thong; the mad motorcylist; the owner of the village store; the fire brigade volunteers; Fudge with his working grist mill; many salt-of-the-earth neighbours. What would country living be without characters? Although most are real, I have fictionalized some neighbours to preserve their anonymity.
Country
in this corner of Ontario also means maple syrup time, spring plowing, small town parades, outdoor theatre, fall fairs, harvest, snowmobile races, and gossip—lots of gossip at the country store.
Although this story takes place in the Northumberland Hills east of Toronto, our experiences will resonate with all who love country life, whether they live in the Smokies east of Knoxville or in the Yorkshire Dales north of London. Our experiences are shared by others in widely scattered places around the earth. Mountains, seacoast, arctic, desert, jungle, prairies, steppes, forests, and pampas; each kind of topography has its own brand of beauty. The Creator’s art is on display everywhere.
Our narrative begins in late August and continues through the seasons. Autumn was the first full season we enjoyed after moving into Hemlock Meadow, as we came to call our home.
There is another reason, however, to begin our narrative with the late summer and early autumn. Too much modern writing is gloomy and pessimistic, symbolizing the human condition under the metaphor of winter—cold, deadly, and unforgiving. In our experience, such a view is neither true to the beauties peculiar to winter nor sensitive to life as it can be lived. Winter is not the end. Every season prepares for the next
There is no season such delight can bring,
As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring.
(William Browne)
Chapter 1 – Gossip Central
Security is mostly superstition.
It does not exist in nature.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
(Helen Keller)
The chirp of a one tiny cricket woke me on the morning after our big move. Groggily I looked around. Piles of boxes, two and three deep, littered the room. Every muscle in my body ached. Stiff from sleeping on a mattress flung on the floor, I could tell by the sunlight dancing off the polished pine floors that we had overslept. Then I heard it again.
Poking Mary Helen, I whispered, Did you hear that cricket?
Huh-h?
she yawned. Whew! Glad you woke me. I was having a nightmare. Piles of boxes in a dirty warehouse. We couldn't find our way out!
Mary Helen’s dream adventures in the land of Morpheus are enough to fill book. This book, however, is about a different kind of dream. The dream of finding a log house on an acre or two of grass and trees in a country setting without going broke. The dream of exchanging streetlights for starlight. The dream of finding a place that would inspire the muse.
Helen Keller encourages us to choose adventure over security. A year earlier we had chosen adventure. But the shredding of all our carefully laid plans had sorely tested our resolve. With housing sales in the cellar, a succession of For Sale
signs from an assortment of realtors yielded nothing but a procession of the curious who tracked dirt over our clean floors and poked in our closets. We couldn’t move and expenses mounted. Fortunately, Mary Helen’s craft business helped to keep us afloat. Customers clamoured for her designer baskets.
Although frustration often withered our hopes during that year-long wait, they kept reappearing like shoots on a willow stump. For one thing, a publisher expressed interest in a book I had just completed. For another, we frequently jumped in the car and headed for open country. Out there beyond the concrete, a view of forest-fringed fields and singing streams, beneath the immensity of the sky quickly restored our blighted hopes.
The chirp of the cricket broke through my reverie. Mary Helen heard it too, Eric, there's a cricket in the bedroom! Get it!
I hear others answering from downstairs. Isn’t this great. We’re really in the country!
Are you crazy? Find it! I can't stand bugs in the bedroom!
Did we pack any insect spray?
I yawned as I groped for my slippers.
Tossing a magazine at the offending critter, she whispered, No! Just get those bugs.
"First I need coffee. Where’s the coffee maker?
In the big box marked linens,
she mumbled as she pulled the sheet over her head and drifted back to sleep.
At our bedroom door I stopped to glance down the hall toward the room with the skylights, where I would set up my office. Descending the stairs to the front door, I basked in the sunshine streaming through the front window before continuing down the staircase to the sunken main floor. Turning toward the kitchen I began my search. Dishes, pots, cutlery, and bags of groceries covered the kitchen counter. Paper plates and pizza boxes overflowing from a garbage bag were the only sign of the family and friends who had helped us move the day before.
I paused to gaze around at the honey-coloured log walls, the massive posts and beams holding up the thick pine planks of the upper floor, and the wood stove nestled in the corner. It was hard to believe I was not dreaming. But caffeine withdrawal soon brought me back to the task at hand.
"Why would anyone pack the coffee percolator in a box marked ‘linens’? I grumbled as I manhandled boxes.
I finally found the percolator in with the pillowcases, but where, oh where had Mary Helen hidden the coffee? It was 15 miles to the nearest supermarket. A lingering worry skated around the edge of my mind. We were a long way from the city and all our friends. We didn’t know our neighbours. And by this time I heard crickets chirping from the laundry room, the living room, and from under the pile of furniture in the corner of the dining room. What had we done? Had we invested in a cricket condo?
We must’ve been crazy to move into a house in the middle of nowhere,
I mumbled.
Obviously, I needed some java. Returning upstairs, I struggled into my pants and woke Mary Helen up again to tell her, There's no coffee, but I'll see if that little store in the village has any.
Eggs too,
she groaned rather incoherently.
As we quickly discovered, every respectable village must have a general store. Garden Hill's sits on the south side of the county road, across from a barnyard and some fields that encircle the old church with its lofty steeple. Driving up, I negotiated a space in the midst of a pack of pick-ups and four-by-fours that crowded the shoulder, signalling what counts as bustle in Garden Hill.
Asbestos shingles that were the rage in the late ‘40's camouflaged the two-story relic's scars. Four weathered timbers propped up a sagging porch roof. A brand-new steel door made the whole structure look like the cratered face of an old-timer with one gold tooth.
A sign swung in the breeze proudly proclaiming, Garden Hill General Store. To the right of the door an ice machine and a bank of army-green mail boxes leaned dejectedly against the wall. To the left, past the empty racks that had been used months ago to sell spring bedding plants, a shed full of cobwebs and debris leaned east. Bull Pen --Video Games, declared the sign over the missing door. The work of an earlier entrepreneur, the shed waited silently for its appointment with high-tech success. A shiny new phone booth sat, proud and aloof, in front of the store.
The windows on either side of the store's steel door told a livelier tale. Posters and notices plastered the lower third of the windows. A corn roast put on by the fire brigade. A craft show in Millbrook. A new play by the Fourth Line Theatre. A farm auction.
This artefact was not on the list of local tourist attractions. What slowed tourists barrelling east to prime fishing on Rice Lake was not the speed limit. No, it was more likely kids cranky for ice cream and pop, or hungry for the fries available at the chip truck parked beside the store throughout the spring, summer, and fall.
To walk inside, however, was to be transported, like Alice through the looking glass, into another time and place. The tinkling of a bell signalled my entrance. A neighbouring farmer stood inside sipping coffee. He wore faded green coveralls and a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms. At six foot something his wrestler physique radiated brutal strength. Tufts of black hair stuck out from under a Co-op cap.
Sporting several day’s stubble, Gary, the owner, was working the lottery terminal for a bullnecked farmer half a head shorter than the wrestler-prototype. Gary’s eyebrows lifted expressively, up and down, up and down, as he emphasized a point. Something about a grass fire.
Just about reached my barn,
snorted