Barefoot Heathens ๐Ÿ‘ฃ

A sunny day and a barefoot walk with my big brother turns into a horrible memory…

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Many long sunny days during our summers at the lake, we would walk the two miles to the nearby town of Maggie River, population 300 souls, just for something different to do.ย  Sometimes I would be with a friend staying in the camp.ย  Other times I would be with a brother, or two.ย  On this particular day, I was with my older brother, closest to me in age: Job.

We were walking along on that hot summer day in the 70s.ย  We each had a dollar to spend in town and we were feeling rather rich.ย  We were discussing what we could do with that money. Would it be spent on fries and a pop at July’s or a vachon, black balls and chocolate milk at Jake’s General Store?ย  July’s and Jake’s shared side-by-side real estate in the village of Maggie River and each backed onto a grassy patch which sloped down to Almond River, which was really Maggie River extended after the locks system.

general storeBoth July’s and Jake’s were tired, dusty and faded.ย  Their respective owners, July and Jake, had since thrown up their hands to the bygone dreams of business greatness.ย  (A few decades later, both buildings would burn to the ground in an unsolved tragedy that would rock the core of the wee village, one which still wondered at the loss by fire of their once proud Marina.)

The Tuck Stop didn’t mind.ย  Even Seniors were ordering take-out these days and pulling up a bench seat at a red wooden picnic table in order to enjoy their chicken fingers and fries with a cold coke sipped by straw.ย  For Job and I, our favourite was the foot-long hot dog.ย  We just could not believe that a hot dog could be that long.ย  We marveled at it each time it arrived in front of us.ย  It was especially good when washed down with a thick sweet chocolate milk-shake.

So, on this particular day, with nary a water bottle nor a hat and never ‘sunscreen’ (what was that?) Job said, ‘hey Morg, lets walk the whole way to town up on the rocks!’ Job loved aย physical challenge.ย  I guess I did too.ย  Up we scrambled onto the hot, dark rocks which had been cut to form the roadway.ย  We carried on walking, sometimes skipping from one outcrop to the next.ย  Job was way ahead of me, as usual.ย  He was faster, more daring and more physically efficient in every way.

road and rockAs I walked along the rocks, a bothersome horsefly bobbed around my head, crashing into my tanned forehead every few steps.ย  Looking up to see Job’s red head bobbing up and down ahead of me, I suddenly realized that there was a warm sensation coming from the bottom of my right foot.ย  ‘What the…?’ย  I reached down and my hand came back to me covered in blood.ย  The tears burst from my eyes as I screamed for Job.

With wild, frightened green eyes Job arrived by my side and knew instantly that I had trod on a piece of broken glass.ย  He found the piece a second later.ย  It was a nasty jagged stalagmite of broken beer-bottle glass and it was covered in my blood.ย  Job half carried me for about ten minutes to the closest cottage where he pounded on the door and asked for help.

The nice lady who came to the door took me to her pure white porcelain tub and quite tenderly washed my gash of blood.ย  She soothed me with sweet mutterings while she ensured there was no glass left inside the wound.ย  I was silently crying and worried. Next she sat me down on a kitchen chair and expertly bandaged my foot with a gauze.ย  She used a lot of gauze.ย  A whole roll.ย  She knew exactly what she was doing.ย  Then she drove us back to the camp and made sure Dad received us before she left.ย  Dad had a quick conversation with her, thanked her profusely and got the details of the unfortunate occurrence.

Dad closed the door of the office and turned around to stare us down with the look of thunder on his face.ย  He was not happy.

Morgan, why didn’t you have shoes on while walking to town?ย  FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL ALWAYS WEAR SHOES WHEN WALKING TO TOWN.ย  IS THAT CLEAR?! he bellowed.ย  ‘THAT WOMAN IS A COMPETITOR OF OURS.ย  DID YOU TWO KNOW THAT?’

We both shook our heads vehemently, but, we DID know that.ย  He was always talking about our competitors.ย  How many campers they had compared to us, and so on, endlessly.

campground

‘NOW SHE THINKS WE ARE BAREFOOT HEATHENS!’ he yelled.ย  ‘SHE’LL SPREAD IT ALL OVER THE LAKE THAT WE CAN’T EVEN AFFORD SHOES!’ย  He was livid. His face was purple.

At this point, Job escaped out the screen door and all I heard was the wap!ย as it hit the frame – his red noggin’ bouncing up and down as he diminished down the trail to the shop then hard right passed the Patterson’s tent trailer and gone up into the camp, likely to find Mom and our baby brother Luke and tell them the story.

Next, Dad grabbed my skinny arm roughly with his huge hand.ย  I was just seven years old and tiny and he was a behemoth.ย  And Mad.ย  He spanked me hard several times with his open hand which hit my bare legs and stung very badly.ย  It hurt a lot and I quietly bawled and bawled, but what hurt even worse was the betrayal I felt.ย  He was the guy who was supposed to protect me.ย  I didn’t think it was fair to receive a beating when I was already injured but, I didn’t say a word.ย  That would have been certain death.

He told me to get in the car and off we went to the medical clinic in Rex Falls, 20 miles away.ย  I needed stitches and a tetanus shot.ย  So much for a vachon and coke.

This day was horrible and getting worse by the minute.ย ย The aftermath of the cut foot was ten days of no swimming.ย  Was I miserable?!ย  I always wore my shoes to town after that one.ย  Probably didn’t need the beating because the no swimming was punishment enough.

Usually natural consequences work best, I find.

But, what I am still confused about when I remember this, even though it happened to me decades ago, is just how much Dad over-reacted, in a bad way, to my cut foot.ย  Perhaps he was having an awful day and this was just one more hassle to deal with.

But, it was me.

His good little girl.

I was hurt and scared and needed a hug.ย  I can’t imagine beating my child who came home to me with a cut foot.ย It’s like kicking someone when they’re down.ย  Who does that?

So,

I am gonna re-write the last bit…bear with me…

…Dad closed the door of the office and turned around to look at Job and I with a soft but worried look on his face.ย  He gathered both of our small bodies to his chest with his big strong arms.ย  He kissed our curly heads, mine dark, Job’s ginger.ย  He told us not to worry.ย  He was going to fix all this.

‘Get in the car you two.ย  First it’s stitches for Morg, then it’s ice-cream.’

We smiled at our Dad who was always so good to us and fixed all our mistakes, or tried to anyway.ย  In town, we picked out a sweet thank you card for the lady who helped me and after ice-cream we brought it to her door to thank her in person.

Even though I couldn’t swim for ten days, Dad took me fishing and we had so much fun.

fishing with Dad

If you have any comments, I would love to read them.

~Morgan

6 thoughts on “Barefoot Heathens ๐Ÿ‘ฃ

  1. This story was well done it showed how Dad wasn’t concerned about you and Jobs feelings yet he could have made such a different impression. Had he’d reacted like the comparison you made of the Dad we deserved. Also by bringing the thank you note to the lady in the camp who helped you. Would have made peace and harmony between them. You are gifted Morgan and I will continue to read your stories .$

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  2. Very powerful story. In every way Morgan you are special. I like how you showed the two sides and how kindness and gentleness is the only way. Franny

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