I woke up this morning with the line of a song running through my mind. “These are the times of nickels and dimes and love.” Just a single line, and no more.
I like it because it makes me think of my family. Of simple things, happy memories.
Not that we ever actually had to subsist on nickels and dimes. But I think Dad and Mom have felt they were getting close to it at times. We used to love hearing the story of how they lived mostly on cornflakes when they were young married. That, and fish they caught from a little rubber raft out on the lake.
I found, upon investigation, that the song is titled: “Nickels and Dimes and Love,” and that it was recorded in 1993 by Vern Gosdin.
This past week has been a big one for my community. On Tuesday, May 16, two days before Corner Basement School let out for the year, a tornado ripped through and damaged or destroyed a number of homes and farms.
Thankfully, no lives were lost in our community. Chetek, fifty miles north of us, was not so fortunate. There, the storm hit a trailer park, killing one man and injuring twenty-five. In Rusk County, the loss of life came indirectly, after the tornado, when two young men tried to paddle a canoe on the storm-swollen river and went under.
Our sympathy and prayers are with the grieving families.
Our community this past week has been a flurry of tornado aftermath. Coping with no electricity, with roofs torn off, with trees lying across yards and roads and sometimes houses. My brothers lost half a roof’s worth of shingles from their house, and another family from my church, an entire roof.
Our house was not damaged at all, and we only went without electricity for an evening. Some people have gone all week without electricity or have only just gotten it back.
There will still be many weeks of rebuilding, especially for those farms hardest hit, but for most of us, things are returning more and more to normal.
A storm like this really makes a person realize that there are no guarantees. For anything.
Certainties can change in the few seconds it takes a twister to touch ground.
May God help us to make the most of our moments, our memories. “These are the times of nickels and dimes.” Every little minute is a gift.
Speaking of gifts, I received a gift on the last day of school that I am really excited about. My students and their parents gave me this on the last day of school:
Can’t wait to put it to use.
P.S. Today is the final day to enter my giveaway. My sister Elizabeth and I will do the drawing live tomorrow at 7:00 p.m. CST. Follow me on Facebook to watch, or check back here later to find out the winner.