O Highlander

Chapter 1. “MACKENZIE, Angus Alistair, 81, died Thursday, April 2nd, after a short stay in hospital. Pre-deceased by his wife, Janet, in 1998. Survived by his son, Brian, of the home. Cremation has taken place. A memorial service will take place at one p.m. on Saturday at St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, Aberfoyle Springs.” So old Angus had died. He suffered terribly from arthritis and asthma. He told my Grand-Dad that he wished he had gone when Janet passed. “I’ll go to this memorial, “I thought, as I folded away the newspaper, “Just to see Brian one more time.” My old church was sparsely attended for the memorial. I slid into the back pew behind a large woman with a big hat. We sang a few hymns and read together the 23rd Psalm, then Reverend Alex Campbell spoke about Angus and how he liked to keep the Gaelic tongue, especially when reading the Bible. Alex read the 23rd Psalm again, but this time in Gaelic. Brian gave a short elegy saying how his dad’s suffering was finally at an end. Alex commended Angus’ soul to the Lord. Brian looked the same. So tall. So big. To my eyes, so handsome. Brian is the biggest man I have ever seen. Over six foot, eight with a big body – but not fat- lean and muscled. He didn’t have to work out, because he worked hard. 1 He worked for the Roads Department of the County, and also worked the 200 acre farm, as well as caring for his aged parents. His hair was short, black and very curly. He was always quiet and kind of shy, although we could get him laughing. Alex invited everyone to a reception in the church hall, prepared by the ladies of the church “and they assure me there are no calories, so enjoy,” and he said Grace. I went to the hall. The sweets looked delicious. The church ladies had quite a reputation for being good cooks. I ate a plain shortbread with an imprint of a thistle on it, product, I knew, of Mamie MacDougall, and had a cup of good strong tea. You hardly ever get strong tea anymore. I spoke to several people who recognized my funny-colored hair. As I reached for the doorknob to leave, the door opened. It was Brian. We stared at each other. “Georgia.” “Brian.” “Can I take you for a coffee?” 2 “I just had a tea,” I stepped out and he shut the door behind me. “I’m just going in to thank the ladies. They won’t expect me to stay. I have a reputation of being anti-social to maintain. Can we talk somewhere?” “I’ll meet you at the Conservation Park.” “I won’t be long.” “I’ll wait.” I parked and walked over to see the ducks and swans. It wasn’t long before an old green pickup truck parked and he got out. I walked further around the lake to a more secluded bench. He came along and sat beside me. “You’re all grown up, Georgia. I never thought you’d be this tall.” “Five foot ten and a half.” “But you are so slim.” “One fifteen to one twenty, but I’m all muscle.” “Are you too sophisticated to feed the ducks?’ He took a large dinner roll out of his pocket. 3 “You always fed the wild birds and kept the feeders full. I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time I saw you feeding a chickadee out of your hand.” “We always liked seeing you when you came to turn around in our barnyard with either the grader or the snowplow.” “You kids were the best. I felt you were the younger sister and brothers I never had. Your dad was so interesting. He noticed little things that ordinary people never noticed.” “He taught us to see rainbows in mud puddles even when they were only caused by oil slick on the road.” “Is the family well?” “You knew Grand-Dad died. Your dad sent a card.” “Does your dad still have that good job?” “Oh, yes. He’s Operational Manager now. It was lucky that job came up when it did. After his bowel resection, he could never work manually again, but there was nothing wrong with his brain.” “I missed you bunch so much. The corporation that bought your farm, have 4 never fit into the community and now the farm has become an exclusive golf club. Are you married?” “Heavens, no! I’ve been going to college and working hard. You aren’t either, are you?” “No. I never saw a woman that came up to my ideal vision. The women around here want to go partying, drinking and bed-hopping when they’re not shopping and going to the spa. The guys at work are hard-pressed to say they even like their wives. They don’t even get a home-cooked meal out of it.” “You don’t look like you do either.” “Not since Mom died. Dad and I never knew how spoiled we were. Neither of us could cook a thing, so the meals have been miserable. We went out to a restaurant for a meal once in a while, then wondered why we spent good money on bad food.” “I thought in church you looked very down in the dumps. It can’t be because your father died. You wouldn’t want him to suffer a minute longer than he had to.” “You’re right. I’m glad his pain is over.” 5 “What is it, Brian?” “I’m thinking of selling the farm.” “What! No! You can’t.” “Well, what’s the point? My dad and grandfather would be upset, but I can’t keep on mindlessly doing what I’ve been doing for years – working full time at a tiring job and working full time on the farm. I’ve had to let a lot of things go by the wayside. There just aren’t enough hours in the day. The income from the milk is what I work the farm for, but I could sell off the cows – they’re purebreds.” “Brian, the milk income is important. If you ever let that go, you could never afford to get back into the milk business again.” “I know.” We were silent for quite some time. “Do you remember when I got stuck up the hay mow ladder?” I asked as I threw out the last of the bun to the fowl. “Sure do. Where were your parents that day?” “They went to a cattle auction with Grand-Dad. Gran was making supper 6 and keeping an eye on us. My brothers had climbed to the top of the barn and were running along the beams then jumping into the remaining hay in the mow. I thought it looked like fun, so I climbed to the top of the ladder, but no way could I run along the beams with nothing to hold onto, then I turned to climb back down and I just froze. I was too scared to move, never mind climb down. The boys got Gran and she tried to talk me down and when that failed, she told me to hold on tight until Dad got home, in an hour or so. After ten minutes, we heard the grader coming up the lane. My brothers ran out and flagged you down and the next thing I knew, you strolled in and said……….” “Whatcha doing Georgia, and you replied ‘Not much’. Then I climbed up and brought you down.” “It was more than that. You came up the ladder and wrapped your arm around my waist. It felt like a tree limb. You told me to turn and put both my arms around your neck. I did and you said I could close my eyes if I wanted. I closed my eyes and buried my face in your neck. I could feel your muscles rippling as we descended. Then I was down.” “You were so cute, Georgia. Your little face so flushed, freckled and sweet. Your eyes are green with brown and gold flecks – just like a trout stream. What 7 color is your hair? It’s like your mother’s, but much more curly.” “It’s not blonde or red – it’s called strawberry blonde.” “It’s very pretty, especially long like you have it now.” “The second time you came to my rescue was when I was fourteen. The chain came off my bike and I had pushed it for over a mile. I was just approaching your driveway, when I heard the grader coming. You came over the hill from our place and you saw the problem right away.” “I jumped down and brought a screw-driver, put the chain back on and tightened it so it wouldn’t come off again. You thanked me so politely. You were so lovely.” “When I got back on my bike and rode off, you watched me to make sure the bike worked, until I went over the hill.”