Delivering Groceries With Papaw

My grandfather had an old General Store,
and when people could not get to the store,
they would call their order in by phone, and
he would write down what they needed and
deliver it to them. Upon many occasions,
during summer break, I was allowed to jump
up in his old pick up and ride along. I had to
sit down, when riding in the back of the truck
though, and usually did just that. Some of the
roads he went on were very bumpy, and
sometimes he had to cross a small stream, and
since there was no bridge, he went very slowly
over the rocks in the creek to the other side.

Well, on this particular day he had gotten an
order, and I helped him put together the
grocery list. We put the groceries in a couple
of big empty boxes. Then we loaded them in the
truck and off we went to deliver the supplies.
It was way up a hollow across one of the
streams I spoke of, and the ride was very
bumpy, but just to be with Papaw was a delight.
I watched as the branches were hitting the truck,
the calmness of the air, and the shadows the trees
made upon the earth. The land was not cleared,
so very pure and you could see 'critters' marks
in the dirt and alongside the creek. The branches
moving made perfect way for sunbeams to come
down upon the earth, and the rays looked like a
slide from Heaven. A perfect day, with the sun
shining bright and no rain clouds in sight.

 

We finally made it to the house and I hopped
out of the back of the truck, and straightened
my dress out smooth. (Ladies are supposed to
be 'proper' and straight, and I tried to be a
little lady always, and especially when at
Mamaw and Papaw's house.) Papaw saw the
gentleman down by a flowing creek at the back
of their home, and we took the boxes in and
went out to join him. I was quite bored at this
time, cause now Papaw was talking to him, and
no one for me to talk with. So I played with a
kitten there close by, and just looked around
at my surroundings well.

Then I spotted them-- Geese. Great, I thought
to myself, more animals to see and talk to. As I
went toward the water where they were swimming,
I then noticed the babies. Babies, yes... tiny little
fluffy goslings. I counted right away, and there
were 7 of them. Oh, just to touch one would be
great. I lived in town so going out where the
animals were so friendly and just so many of them,
well, it was great!!!! I wanted to hold one, or even
keep one, if they would give me one. I was only
7 or 8 years old so just figured if I was allowed
to have one I must think of a name for a little
fluffy gosling.

My mind floated around on names, “Fluffy”, no!
Not Fluffy, cause it would grow up and maybe
not be fluffy. Maybe “Sunshine”, yes, that
sounded really nice, and they were bright as the
sun, so would be fitting. Then it dawned on me,
I didn’t know if they would give me one. So I
went up to the man talking with my grandfather
and asked if I would be allowed to take one of
the goslings’ home. He was real nice, and looked
down with loving eyes, and said, “Yes, if you can
catch one”. And as I started back down by the
creek, he added, “Be careful and don’t fall on the
rocks”. Oh, I was so happy! A gosling of my very
own! I was so very happy. I stood and looked at
them and there was one small one in back of the
others, slower, but so cute and swam so graceful.

Yes! That is the one I want!! So very carefully
I walked down closer to the water, and just as
I was nearing where the gosling was, I heard a
flutter, squawking, and looked around fast to
see what was happening. The 'mama' goose was
headed straight for me, flapping her wings and
making weird noises. And what was worse, she
was getting near me, and looked very unhappy.
I was thinking to myself, “But he said I could
have one, if I caught it!!”. I began running back
from the water, and it chased me about 6-8 feet
away, then proceeded to go back to the goslings
in the water. I didn’t understand, -- he said I
could have one!!

I glanced back up by Papaw and the man, who by
now were roaring in laughter. Papaw came to me,
picked me up, and began telling me that the
goose was protecting her young, and would not
give up her young, to anyone. She would protect
and love them till they were big enough to fly
away, or till they could protect themselves. I
was still thinking “But, he said I could have one!
That is not fair!” The man said if it were up to
him, he would give me one, but was not what the
Mommy goose was going to allow.

We stood watching them for a few more minutes,
and gee, I would really have still liked to have
one. But not this trip, I could see. Papaw said it
was time to leave, so I said goodbye to the
goslings and the kitten, and got in the truck.
Papaw said to ride in the front to return home,
so I did. While riding home, he told me how God
had given all mother’s a certain kind of ‘love’,
called instinct, and the mother would protect the
young against all things that could cause harm to
her babies, even if it cost her life. She would
protect and love them forever. I felt different
then, and a kind of true respect for the goose to
be so protective over her ‘babies’. And I was, in
her eyes, a threat to her offspring. And she was
doing what she was supposed to do.

I did without the gosling, needless to say. But,
I did have a lovely trip, and learned about geese
and how they can love their own, and protect
them from harm.

That was a lesson I never forgot, and still as
I see geese and goslings, I will ponder back
on the day I wanted to get me one. And then I
smile.

Andrea
Kentucky_Lady4
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Scripture From Psalms: 100


 Serve the Lord with gladness: come before
His presence with singing. Know ye that the
Lord He is God: it is He that hath made us,
and not we ourselves; we are His people, and
the sheep of His pasture

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Music:
"Grandpa Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days"
Easy Listening With The Dutchess
Sequenced by R GOODYEAR Sioux Falls, SD
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