DKG Fine Arts Gallery
Part 9: October 21, 2017, Past, Present, Future
By Marylin J. Nease, TX © email@example.com
Mid-afternoon, I have a lull in customers. Ready for a break, I stand up from the cashier’s table and look out the living room window. I spot my youngest sister, Luna, standing in the back of the pickup.
She has climbed onto the truck bed, and I watch, mouth open, as she rearranges her purchases for the trip home. She’s in charge as she pushes, pulls, lifts, and wraps treasures until she’s satisfied they’ll be safe. From the ground beside the truck, Rex secures the cargo with rope.
That she has arrived at all today was a happy surprise because Luna has been in treatment for lung cancer for almost a year. She has days that are good and days that are not, so whether she could make the three-hour trip across Oklahoma to our cousin’s estate sale had been uncertain.
Not only did Rex drive Luna from east-central Oklahoma to southwest Oklahoma, but also Luna insisted on a detour to check on our older sister, Linda, who’s been ill. Only then did she and Rex continue their journey to assist our cousin Barbara with the sale and to shop. My sister Frances and I had arrived from Texas two nights earlier to help Barbara at her parents’ house.
My job has been to man the cashier’s table. When I need to leave my post to help a customer find Barbara, Luna takes over as cashier. As a bank administrator and a former mayor and restaurant owner, she’s at ease with customers, money, and record keeping. Her energy holds despite the day’s demands.
Part of what motivates Luna is shopping for memories. When she wanders the house, she sees items here and there that remind her of our grandparents or our uncle and aunt. For several years, Luna has lived in the house our parents lived in for 30 years, the house we four sisters now hold in trust for the next generations. Residing in the family home and being mother to our family’s ranch manager, Luna sees herself as a link between generations past, present, and future.
What has she lovingly secured in the back of the pickup?
Our grandmother’s treadle sewing machine, the one that sewed clothes and quilts for generations, quilts we family members still cherish.
A white metal crib from our grandparents’ upstairs. Next spring, she’ll put the rescued crib in her yard, add garden soil, and plant flowers. She’ll watch new life grow, just as our grandparents and parents watched us grow.
A water color of flowers Barbara’s mother painted. Our aunt’s artwork will serve as a reminder of the generation before us, as well as our shared love of nature.
And so on. She’ll preserve these memories and record our family heritage for the next generations, who will decide in their own turn what to do with memories.
Today, Luna remembers, lives, and looks to the future.
To be continued…