Two Cities, Worlds Apart
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Sept 1969 through June 1973
The next Saturday, the troop showed up; the whole troop, 26 Scouts and a bunch of leaders to clear the new sites and trails between them and the central area. They worked all morning and the Newt Patrol made lunch for the troop, just basic stuff, sandwiches, chips, fruit and punch, but that was a normal lunch. Breakfasts and dinners were almost always hot with a cold, quick, lunch.
Sometime after lunch, they had completed the clearing tasks and it really was looking like a campsite. Three distinct patrol sites and the existing sites for the adults and youth leaders all interconnected with narrow trails. They put up their tents and brought down their cooking equipment. They finally got to ditch their clothes around 3 PM to go swimming.
Around 4:30 the Show-Me Patrol was called by the Senior Patrol Leader to begin dinner preparations. Only a couple of them dressed, the rest just wore aprons that allowed their butts to stick out the back.
They prepared two large Dutch ovens of beef stew all made from scratch. 45 minutes before time to eat, they lit more charcoal for three more ovens of homemade biscuits. We were really impressed these 12-year-olds, they really knew how to cook. At the campfire, the adults made Cherry Cobbler for the whole troop.
We didn't eat dinner with them, but we did get to enjoy the cobbler. This was our last weekend for camping out as the Farmer's Almanac was predicting increasingly colder weather. We dismantled our camp Sunday morning as the troop was getting packed up. They helped us carry our stuff up to the barn too. Thank goodness they helped, I had forgotten how heavy and awkward a king-size mattress was.
Being a freshman wasn't all that bad. Marcy and I were pretty well known from being pond hosts, mostly the high school kids were older brothers and sisters of smaller kids who frequented the pond. Several of them even came to the End-of-the-Year party with their families, so they knew us already. For me, it was just a matter of learning their names, Marcy tried to help me.
Taking the bus to school didn't leave time for most after-school clubs, but Dad offered to stay late one day a week and take us home. I joined the Future Farmers Club and Marcy joined the Drama Club, by design most clubs met the same day so staying late would be easier on parents who relied on busses to get their kids home. But with Dad's offer, we could be in at least one club.
During our sophomore year, Mr. Thomas brought in a county drilling rig and sank a water well next to the shelter. A pump was installed to bring the fresh water to the surface. He said it was a county safety and sanitation thing and it didn't cost the Scouts or us a thing, in fact, his boss was the one who recommended it.
Dad had leased his land to a corporation that hired a local land manager to plant and harvest crops. I loved watching them prepare the soil, plant, and irrigate the various crops they planted. Then to watch them grow was to me magical. From tiny seeds, 8-foot tall cornstalks would sprout, and then the next season, soybeans, or some other crop would be planted.
By our senior year, both Marcy and I knew what we wanted to be when we grew up. She wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps into the medical field and work towards being a Nurse Practitioner. For myself, I enjoy living on the farm and could see myself applying science to the art of raising food. I wanted to get an associate degree in agricultural science, then take over the farm and maybe even lease Dad's place.
It was a foregone conclusion, that Marcy and I would be married. I hadn't asked her formally, but we both knew as did everyone around us that our love was our destiny. The question was only when. On my 18th birthday, I finally made it official. My birthday dinner was in the big house and Marcy and Evelyn had of course been invited. In-between dinner and birthday cake, I pushed my chair back, got on one knee and asked her to give me the best birthday present ever, her hand in marriage. I don't know why she couldn't talk everyone knew this was coming. Again, I saked, "Marry me?" right there in front of the whole family.
She finally nodded her head rapidly and said, "Yes."
Shortly after that, Marcy and I had a sit-down meeting with her mom Evelyn, my mom and dad, and Gramma and Grampa. We were discussing college, marriage plans, and our futures in that order. Our desired paths hadn't changed, I was still interested in farming, and Marcy still wanted nursing. The discussion was how to get there.
My path through college wasn't going to be as difficult as Marcy's, mine was a 2 year Associate degree, Marcy, at her mom's insistence, wanted the 4 year Bachelor degree so she could be an RN and still be able to reach for an advanced degree later.
Marcy's father who had died very young, had left an insurance policy which provided a decent-size pot of money that Evelyn had put it away in an investment fund for Marcy's college education.
The plan we came up with was that Marcy and I would attend the state college in Rogers. I would attend part-time as a night student while working full time, my associate degree could be earned in 4 years that way. Marcy would be full time and focused on her classes. We'd rent an apartment and live as cheaply as possible using my earnings, we joked about eating Top Ramen and Kraft Macaroni & Cheese every other day.
Our next subject was a wedding date. Pros and cons were discussed. Our most compelling argument was that if we were going to be living together, we should be married. Their suggestions were to wait till after College graduation, but we wore them down and sealed the deal by promising not to have a baby while Marcy was still in school.
We set the date of our wedding for the Saturday after our High School graduation.
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June 1973
Marcy and I graduated from high school on June 7th. Our wedding was June 9th, a Saturday. My best man was my best friend and little brother (although not so little any more), David. Marcy chose Lisa, her adopted sister to be her Maid of Honor. My Dad, (Uncle John since it was a public event) walked her down the aisle.
We used the Baptist Church in Seligman as it was by far the largest church in the area and there were a lot of people invited. Mostly the Pond People as we had come to called them, they were the people we grew to know from their use of the pond and attendance at our End-Of-The-Year parties.
Our reception was held in the basement of the church. The women's group organized it and they even spiked the punch with raspberry sherbet and 7-up. Some of our school buddies had a cooler of Falstaff in the back of a pick-up out in the parking lot.
Gramma and the Baptist Women's Club had made pulled pork and hotlinks. The Men's Service Organization barbequed ribs just outside, thankful the guys had brought the beer and park their truck right next to the grill. Guests were invited to bring a dish to share. We didn't have a sit-down dinner, it was more like grazing, we ate all evening. We did the traditional cake cutting after `dinner'.
Our honeymoon was to start Sunday morning by driving to The Lake of the Ozarks where one of our wedding gifts was a week-long stay at a small cabin that also came with a motorboat right on the shore on one of the many inlets. So Gramma and Grampa invited us to stay in one of their spare bedrooms for the night so we could have some privacy.
After the cake, music was played on a boom box and Marcy and I did the traditional first dance, then David and Lisa joined us. Around 9:00, the reception started winding down so we made our formal exit and Dad drove us home in the Model T dragging a bunch of tin cans behind us. From what David told me, after we left, the reception was pretty much over. A few tried dancing for a while, but most everyone went home. Grampa and a few other men loaded up our gifts in his truck taking them home.
We walked up to the front door, and she waited for me to open it. I scooped her up as if I was going to carry her over the threshold, but instead, I turned around and carried her back down off the porch.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see," was all I said.
As we passed the guest house, Marcy exclaimed, "Oh no. We're not!"
"You'll see, my Guinevere of Camelot," was all I said.
David and Lisa had worked all day yesterday and this morning getting the tent put up and decorated. The porch, which had been open on three sides, was now enclosed with white sheer draperies. Poles extended up from every corner, each adorned with long flowing cloths in the shape of pennants of the same thin white material, the scene was reminiscent of the castle of Camelot from the movie. Every rope supporting the tent had been covered with sheer cloth that swayed with the slightest breeze. The lanterns' soft light lit up the area. It was picture perfect.
I used Marcy's feet to open the drape at the entrance to the porch and I carried her inside and laid her on the bed. The sheets on the king-size mattress had been replaced with new one that felt like silk sheets. I laid next to her and kissed her lips. The next thing we knew, it was light. The first soft light of morning was upon us, I was still in my tux, and Marcy was still in her dress.
I watched Marcy's eyes till they fluttered, then opened. The ridiculousness of our situation struck us both and we laughed at ourselves. The mattress is not exactly the best place to get dressed or undressed. So I got up and stepped out to the porch and removed my rented tux. I did a seductive male stripper impression as best I could do. I had worn a brand new shiny red pair of the sexiest hip-hugger underwear I could find and as I was about to remove them, Marcy stopped me. "Stop, those are mine! Help me up."
We struggled to get her standing still wearing her wedding dress. "Unzip me! Quick!"
I pulled the zipper slowly down from the middle of her back to about the middle of her butt then helped her remove the flowing gown. "I gotta pee, now!" She took off for the KYBO wearing just her slip and whatever was under it. I had to pee too, I'd had enough punch at the reception, so I walked to the nearest tree and watered it copiously, then waited for Marcy's return.
She came walking back carrying her slip, bra and panties in one hand, in other words, naked but for her tennis shoes which had been hidden under the dress. She was the most beautiful thing that had ever walked among these trees "I'm so glad I married you, you're beautiful."
My hip-huggers weren't hiding much as my dick had pushed up and out of the waistband. More than half of it was sticking out before Marcy got to me. I was standing out in front of the porch and she walked right up to me, tossed her clothes in the tent, dropped to her knees in front of me, and grabbed my underwear in her teeth and began pulling them off then nibbling at the flesh underneath. "You keep that up much longer, I'm gonna cum," I told her.
"Yeah, I know, that's what I want. You always last much longer the second time."
I gave in to her desires and stopped trying to hold back. I had a healthy orgasm while her lips worked their magic. I pulled her to her feet and we stood there in all our glory out among nature's glory. It was a beautiful June morning as our lips met and our tongues danced and explored each other on our first full day of being husband and wife. I got a good taste of my own cum from the coating still on Marcy's tongue.
We pushed the porch screen apart and kissed our way back over to the mattress. We fell sideways onto the bed to continue our lovemaking and officially consummated our marriage.
We took off around noon for the lake and the cabin driving the F-150, which had become mine through no official action, but I was the only one who ever drove it.
Man, was this place secluded! From our cabin 50 feet from the water on an inlet, we couldn't even see the main lake and there were no other cabins on this inlet. We could occasionally hear a boat pass by somewhere out on the lake.
We didn't see a single person the whole week after picking up our supplies. We went the entire week without getting dressed except when we took the boat out on the lake and that only happened twice. We swam daily in the private inlet and made love in the water, on the shore, in the grass, on the front porch swing, well, you get the idea.
When we returned from the lake, Mom, Lisa and David had moved into the spare bedrooms of the big house with Gramma and Grampa. The guest house was now ours. The door stood open with a `Welcome Home' banner above the door waiting our arrival. We took our clothes off on the porch and I carried my love across the threshold. Since it was our house now, at least till we started school in the fall, we changed `Saturdays au natural' to `Everyday au natural.'
We missed the Newt Patrol's first nude campout, which happened while we were on our honeymoon, but David and Lisa took over as the instructors for their introduction to the joys of sex.
We didn't spend as much time down in camp as we had in the past, but David and Lisa did, and they still used our shower to clean up before meals with Gramma and Grampa.
Grampa didn't assign us morning chores any more, but we helped wherever we saw the need. I spent more time with Grampa as he worked around the farm. I wanted to learn as much as I could before starting college.
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September 1973 to 1977
While the possibility of commuting to college was considered, Evelyn was against it because of Marcy's need to study and participate in study groups during nursing school. There was enough money in her college fund to fund her through a master's degree, which could propel her to the highest level in nursing, a Physician's Assistant who could almost work with the autonomy of a doctor.
With that decision, Marcy and I made a couple trips to Rogers looking for a place to live. We found a furnished, one-bedroom apartment over a garage owned by a nice older woman who told us to call her Grandma Wilson. She took the apartment off the market and refused to take a deposit. She only wanted rent after we moved in.
During those same trips, I was also on the lookout for where I could find a full-time job. After meeting Grandma Wilson, she directed me to a local Feed and Farm Supply store where her friend was the owner. We hustled over there and the owner was expecting me. I interviewed for the position and was hired to start the week before classes began.
The Supply store was a perfect introduction to farming short of actually working on a farm. I got to meet and talk with farmers from all over the area.
Marcy and I stayed full time in Rogers, I didn't feel I could take school holiday periods off from my job and expect it to be there when I got back. We did go home on an occasional weekends and holidays for quick visits, but those took effort to arrange even a couple days off work, so mostly we'd do a quick day trip.
We were going to skip the end of the year party since it was only a couple weeks after school started and there was no way I was going to ask for a day off that soon. That was until Mr. McGuffey gave me my work schedule, which didn't have me working Saturday, saying he knew I had a special community party to attend.
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The next September, David joined us in Rogers when he finally decided to pursue a degree in Criminal Justice so he can join the County Sheriff's office as a deputy, and signed up for classes in the fall of 1974. We needed a larger place, and found a house further from the college, but at the same price-point as our in-town apartment, and was on a bus line we could take directly to school. It even had four bedrooms, and a few times a week, Evelyn would spend the night, instead of making the hour drive to Washburn. We often found fresh groceries in our cabinets and refrigerator after she visited.
Having David around was a blessing for me, he relieved me of the upkeep duties around the house allowing me to focus on my two jobs and classes.
After my first year working full time Mr. McGuffey, the owner of the store told me I needed to start getting some practical experience. He provided a couple names of customers who wanted a part-time farm hand willing to learn.
My very first interview went really well. "Hello Michael, Mr. McGuffey tells me you're getting an agricultural degree want some practical experience."
"Yes sir, I'm going to night school" I replied and shook the man's hand firmly as Mr. McGuffey had impressed on me in the store.
"Great, when can your start?"
That was the extent of my interview, a firm handshake, and a recommendation. He told me he also knew my Grampa.
We agreed to my working the mornings with him starting on Sunday 6 AM through 11 AM. Mr. McGuffey changed my hours in the store to the afternoons only from 12 to 4. My classes started at either 5 or 6 and went to 7 or 8 o'clock depending on the day.
By Thanksgiving Marcy even rented out our spare bedroom to one of her fellow nursing students/study buddies, Staci.
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Lisa came to live with us also. Having all three of us in college was a major drain on our family's finances. Fortunately, my jobs brought in enough money to cover our rent and my tuition.
David got a part-time job working first in a sandwich shop, then later in a Sears store. When he left the Subway, he introduced Lisa to his old boss. Lisa got David's old job.
By now, David had started dating Staci. We didn't realized how serious their relationship had gotten till he took her home for Christmas. Not just to be nice, but to formally introduce her to the family. When we got back to Rogers, she moved out of her bedroom, and into his. We had another room to rent out. Marcy found another study buddie to rent it.
Staci continued to pay us the same amount towards our living expenses. Summer break of `76, Staci wanted to stay and take extra classes with Marcy. David decided he wanted to be where Staci was, and transitioned to full-time employment with Sears for the summer. It was nice with the extra money, we upgraded our groceries adding an occasional steak to the menu and he was able to cover his tuition the following year.
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David went back to part-time at Sears, Lisa continued working at Subway.
I actually graduated a semester before Marcy, my class load was somewhat lighter being I was only taking an associate degree spread out over almost 4 years. I guess I shouldn't say graduated, because in my own mind I couldn't justify attending a graduation ceremony for a simple associate degree, so the night of my official completion of my degree, Marcy held a small party honoring my lofty achievement. We had maybe 20 guests, Evelyn, David and his girlfriend Staci, and Lisa and her new boyfriend Thomas, a couple of Marcy's friends that I had gotten to know from their frequent study group meetings, and a few of my friends from school. The surprise guests were Mom, Gramma, and Grampa. They drove down after Mom took off work early Friday and stayed till about 10:30 before returning home. It wasn't an outrageous party, there was beer available, and we had pizza delivered.
What was outrageous was what Marcy told me that night.
Marcy and I had been discussed when to start our family. We had promised our families to wait till after Marcy's graduation. Actually, what we had promised was to not have a baby till after graduation, nothing was stopping us from starting now.
We had agreed a few weeks earlier that Marcy was going to stop her birth control with her next period so we could try to conceive. As we went to bed the night after my party, she told me her first day of her cycle was two weeks ago. We made love most nights, but not the last couple, we'd been so busy getting ready for the party. Tonight was day 14 of her cycle – the middle day of her most fertile part of her cycle. That night we decided to make an extra effort to make that baby.
We didn't get to sleep to well into the next morning, our love making that night was unlike any other time; even our wedding night wasn't as spectacular. Hell, our wedding night we fell asleep! But tonight, we were making love with a purpose for a specific result, a child of our own to love.
Just knowing why we were doing this on this night drove us to new levels of expectation and hyper-sexuality. Our senses were on over-load and every touch sent shivers through our bodies. For hours, my penis never left Marcy's vagina. We lost track of the number of orgasms she had. She said they came fast and frequently, and varied in intensity from those mild ones that just gives your vaginal area a warm tingly feeling to ones that shook her body to its very core, causing muscle spasms through her body.
My back and arms the next morning showed the marks of those more intense orgasms. During them, her hands clutched at my body, her fingernails dug into the backs of my arms. My back had two long red scratches running from my shoulders down to the small of my back. My buttocks had eight, four on each cheek, running from the thighs to the top of my butt. I don't remember feeling any of that.
My 3rd ejaculation of the night was by far the most prolific in terms of sheer volume of semen, I kept pulsing and pulsing. It an orgasm that makes your toes curl and your balls to throb in the afterglow. It was like my body knew tonight was the night that a healthy egg was waiting for my semen to squeeze through the cervix and deliver those little sperm guys into her uterus where they would swim their way to her tubes and the waiting ovum.
After that 3rd time, something told me that we could stop now, that Marcy was pregnant and we didn't need to do this anymore. I brushed this thought aside and we continued for another couple hours. It was harder for me to orgasm but did manage to cum two more times. Before we fell asleep, we put a pillow under her hips to assist gravity to keep my swimmers inside her. My last memory was that our lips were touching, not actively kissing, just touching each other's lips. I was late for work the next morning. The scratches on my backside were a small price to pay for the changes going on inside her as we slept.
Three weeks later, at breakfast, Marcy casually mentioned that her period was late, my heart skipped about ten beats and I took her into my arms, kissed her, and said, "I know! You've been pregnant for three weeks now."
"How can you be so sure?"
"It was the night of my graduation party when we made love all night. You know how the moment of fertilization, your body starts changing? Well I felt that, and knew you were pregnant that night."
"You couldn't have! Well, if you're so smart, what are we having?"
"A girl, of course, and only 268 days till her birth."
"You're so sure, aren't you?"
"Absolutely positive!" I said. I actually had no clue; I only hoped it would be a human with 10 fingers and 10 toes, although a puppy would be nice too.
Marcy confirmed her pregnancy with a doctor visit to a friend of her mother's at the hospital. Her pregnancy was unremarkably normal; cramps, morning sickness, tender, swollen breasts, farting, cravings, you know, all the normal stuff. But she was a real trooper and pushed through it all. She was looking beautifully pregnant under her graduation gown being 4+ months pregnant as she walked across the stage to get her diploma in June of 1977.
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September 1977 and beyond
After the graduation ceremony we made one last trip to see Grandma Wilson's to say our final good byes and to thank her for her putting up with us our first year. Everybody was crying, Marcy promised to come back when she returns for her master's degree. She assured us the apartment would be available.
We moved back to Washburn. Mom moved back into the upstairs of the big house so we could have the guest house to ourselves.
Marcy and I took care of a minor administrative task. We went to the Office of Motor Vehicles and got our driver's licenses, and I got my name on the truck registration and the first set of valid plates since 1959. I'd only been driving it for 8 years.
Marcy went to work as Doc Johansen's nurse as had been arranged through mom as part of his eventual retirement. She was the first real nurse he'd ever had. Mom continued as the "office assistant." I use the term loosely, because her duties as assistant included a lot of things a regular nurse would do; giving shots, cleaning and bandaging cuts and scrapes and even occasionally putting in a few stitches, you know simple 1st aid kind of things. He realized Marcy's delivery date was coming up, but wanted to get her started working with the patients.
I had gone to pick up Marcy and Mom from the office one day, we were going to stop at the grocery, I think. I had just started the car and Marcy announced a change of plans, we went to the hospital instead. Our baby was born at 1:04 the morning of November 2nd, 1977. It wasn't a puppy, and it wasn't a girl, but it did have 10 fingers and 10 toes. I had a son. We named him James Douglas after Marcy's dad.
Doc gave Marcy a month off, then had her and James come back to work together. In her absence, Doc had converted a back storage room to a baby's room for James.
I went to work full-time helping Grampa.
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I had told Dad, long ago that I intended to lease his farm after I graduated. When I graduated, he started the process of terminating the lease on his farm. He needed six months so the lessee could plan their final crops. I had a copy of their lease and was willing to assume the monthly rent and the percentage of the crop proceeds that Dad was currently receiving, because frankly, the rates were below the rates for neighboring farm leases.
They only asked for enough time to harvest the current crop. When they vacated and signed the final papers, it was my turn to sign my first lease. Uncle John made it a big deal and held a family ceremony out of the signing. Two copies of the lease were on the table and he and I each signed both copies, one for him, and one for us. He put my copy in an envelope and handed it to me. "Congratulations, son."
As we were leaving, Dad told me that in the future, I should always read a lease before I signed it. He said you never know what the land owner may slip in on you.
When I got back home I did re-read it. He had changed the terms and payments section. I had one annual payment of the annual property taxes, and 5% of that year's profit I made from his land which he would apply to purchasing the land at the price he originally acquired it from the bank sale in 1968.
I worked with Grampa on his farm till he officially retired, and I took over the Johansen farm.
Evelyn's place was a farm too that hadn't been actively farmed for many years, we took over that land as well.
We finally bought Marcy's mom's farm allowing Evelyn to move to Rogers to be closer to work. She, James and I moved into her old place which allowed Mom to move back into the small house at Grampa's.
Marcy's career as Doc Johansen nurse was a strange one. He was pulling away more and more, leaving Marcy to work on her own with my Mom at her side. He was always available to her, just a phone call away, and a short walk to the office if needed. The community didn't seem to care, they were happy to have a local source for medical care. They even took to calling her Doc Marcy.
After our second child, John was born Marcy indicated she wanted to get her advanced degree. Doc and Marcy worked a deal so she could go back to school every fall semester till finish her degree. He'd go back to working with Mom when Marcy was in school. When Marcy was in Rogers finishing up school, I would go visit her every weekend with James and John. We didn't want them missing their mommy too much. Every semester Marcy needed a place to stay, Grandma Wilson's over-the-garage apartment was available as she had promised. She loved it when I visited with James and John and the last few months with our little girl Elli as well. Marcy was pregnant again as she walked across the stage to receive her master's.
The Farm is doing great. Remember the 9 ½ miles Grampa used to let me drive the truck around? Well I now either own, lease, or lease with option to buy, all that farmland plus the 195 acres across the road that used to belong to dad. 2280 acres less the various groves of trees including the Scout's campground. Dad and Grampa keep telling me I'm building an empire.
One thing my old boss, Mr. McGuffey, at the feed store taught me was to remember your friends. I don't forget my friends either, the Feed and Farm Supply store outside Rogers that gave me my first job, is now my primary supplier. I get a hellofa discount with the quantity I buy, with free delivery of course, and Mr. McGuffey is still my friend.
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Today is March 7th 1987, I'm sitting at the kitchen table in the 32nd version of my birthday suit. Well 33rd really, if you count the one I was born with. I don't put clothes on till just before I walk out the door. It's 5:05 AM and I'm up getting ready for work. The radio is playing quietly in the background switching between farm reports, the farm commodities report, and country music. How the hell can I be 32 years old? I can't be that old yet.
I'm staring at my cup of coffee and thinking back over the years.
The New Jersey slum I grew up in is a fading memory and good riddance to it, all except that one of image of Armando, lying on the front steps of the walk-up, his blood running down the step as he died. That one is still strong.
I remember the day we arrived in Washburn like it was yesterday. I love this place, so secure and quiet, at least it is before the kids get up. Losing my virginity – to my little sister of all people, I do love her and my brother too. I wish we could see him more often. I have so many great memories. My first bus ride to school when I met Marcy, learning I had a Dad, holding James, John, Elli and Mark for the first time; now those were special memories.
Our first end-of-the-year party will always be special, but then they're all still enjoyable. Camping down at the pond every summer. Oh, except the first year, it was only a wide spot in a stream.
I stared at the steam rising off my coffee as my mind wandered to our high school days, remembering to call dad, `Uncle John' while in public. Marrying my beloved Marcy two days after graduation, we were so in love. Hell we still are, more than ever, really.
I'm interrupted by the sound of the back door opening. I look up and see a beautiful, young naked woman entering the kitchen from the mud room. It's Maria, the wife of our 1st, best, and most loyal farm hand, and the keeper of our household sanity. She's our cook, nanny, housekeeper, . . . maybe house manager would be a better description. They live in the bunkhouse, at least that's what we call it. Actually it's a row of 2-bedroom apartments that we built for our full-time staff a few years ago.
She comes over to me and gives me a peck on the cheek. "Buenos días señor Michael, feliz cumpleaños."
"Good morning Maria, and you don't need to remind me that I'm getting old." I reach out placing my hands on her belly, "Any kicking?" I ask.
"Solo un poco," She laughs at me and grabs her apron off the hook and is heading into the main kitchen to start on breakfast.
"Soon, he will be kicking like a mule, Maria."
Her apron doesn't hide her back side, and she has the cutest butt I think I've ever seen, at least on an adult.
I drift back into my memories and I'm conjuring up recollections of our college years. That was a hectic time, working full time, and going to school at night, while Marcy struggled with her classes and study groups. Even then, we had a strong family and kept it together, all four of us sharing a house together and including my sibling's future partners. The night of my graduation, and getting Marcy pregnant for the first time, now that was a memorable night.
Watching Marcy graduate with her belly pushing out her grown. She made her graduation gown look sexy.
David graduating in 1978 and getting a job with the county sheriff up in Cole County where Jefferson City is located. Rising through the ranks there and with his continued education in forensics, getting a job with the FBI in Kansas City.
Staci making every move along with him and they're still living together, promising to get married one of these days. They've been together 10 years now.
Lisa graduating in 1979. She ended up with a double major in Business Administration and Education (couldn't make up her mind). Her boyfriend, Thomas, was working in a machinery repair shop. After her graduation, they moved in with us.
She started working as a substitute teacher in our old elementary school in Seligman, and took over all the farm business dealing; contracts, leases, taxes, payroll, and all that shit. I'm glad she likes it, `cuz I sure don't like that part of farming.
Holding Lisa's first baby, little Melissa in 1980, my first niece. After that, they finally succumbed to numerous suggestions (parents and grandparents pressure) and married. They honeymooned in the same cabin on the Lake of the Ozarks, and we got to return the childcare favor, taking care of Melissa while they were gone.
Then Lisa became James' and John's surrogate mother with Maria's help when Marcy went back to school.
Adding our 3rd child, Elli, what an adorable little girl she is, I'm going to spoil her. Lisa and Maria took care of all four babies while Marcy was in school.
Watching Marcy receive her masters with her belly pushing out her grown again and returning home and the doctor's office, Lisa then become a full-time teacher and our business manager.
Then Lisa's little Ryan arriving, I got a nephew to go with my niece, they are quite the pair.
We couldn't have done it without Maria. She is as much family as anyone.
I'm supposed to be meeting Lisa's husband, Thomas, who is our equipment manager and foreman. He can do most everything around the farm I do, except I get to make the major decisions, and he's makes with the machines. That's why I got the Ag. Degree, it taught me the ways and how to make the decisions, and so far, I'm pretty damn good at it. On the other hand, Thomas loves working with tools and machinery. I enjoy driving them, when planting and harvesting. When I visited Marcy in Rogers, I always left Thomas in charge of the farming operations.
I'm wandering now and my mind sees another house on the property, Lisa and Thomas need their own place. I'm gonna build them a house of their own. That'll make a nice Christmas present for them. They deserve it and one more baby in this house, it's going to split open. I heard her and Thomas about having another. . . And we have Maria's coming soon. There's a nice spot just across the driveway. I'm calling my contractor today.
Marcy's degree allowed her to reach her dream and is now a full-fledged Physician's Assistant. She's still working as the area's unofficial doctor under the `supervision' of Doc Johansen. He lives near the office and was last in the office 2 years ago, but Marcy still needs his signature on official forms, so she'll run over to his house for lunch once a week. Mom is still the office assistant. She's been forging his name a long time on prescription forms, but with her PA she can now legally write them herself.
We all have a great life here. Marcy and I are very happily. James is now 9 in the 3rd grade, and drives my truck on the roads within the farm boundaries, but only when I'm with him. John is 7, 2nd grade, his aunt Lisa is his teacher. Cute as can be and is trying to learn the trumpet. Thank God he practices in the barn. James' private joke with me, is that John now gives even better blow jobs since he started the trumpet.
Elli is 5 and totally adorable. Starts kindergarten this coming fall. Last is Matthew he's 2 but holds up 3 fingers when asked how old he is, that will be true in 3 months. He's almost out of diapers, I'll be glad when we can stop buying those damn things.
Lisa's Melissa is 6 and in 1st grade. Ryan is 4 and loves to take things apart.
We're all still naturists and love being nude as much as possible. The kids don't know any other way and it's just natural to them. Their friends that come over don't seem to have a problem with it either. But they do know that clothes have to be worn when visiting others, except Great Gramma and Great Grampa. They have relaxed their restrictions and nudity is completely acceptable.
Dad (aka, Uncle John) became principal after teaching two years. Marcy says a new extremely accurate paternity test is being developed and will become available in a couple years. I don't need the test, I know he's my dad.
Oh and the really cool thing is, Mom's got a boyfriend, living with her!
I'm staring at an empty cup and I'm hearing noises coming from the bedroom area. Doors slam open and six naked urchins come running to the kitchen, followed by their naked mothers Marcy and Lisa. Screams of "Daddy" and "Uncle Mike" makes me smile. Even Matt's cute little nub of a dick is uncovered. Soon he won't even need his night-time diaper. They're crawling all over me kissing me and wishing me a happy birthday.
I'm late for my rendezvous with Thomas out in the barn to help him weld a large part together, some sort of an improvement he's trying to develop. Well, he's going to have to wait a few minutes for me. I've got more important things to do. I'm a human jungle gym at the moment.
My theme song began playing on the radio just then:
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm a country boy
© John Denver
The End
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