LEAVING HOME


I graduated from high school

and Mom and Dad gave me a new Bible.


That summer I worked at J.J. Newberry's

grinding keys

and selling hardware.


I bought a new hammer for Daddy

because his was broken in half

mended with duct tape

and it bent when you used it to hammer.



I bought Mom a new potato masher

since she had lost hers

somewhere in the move up from Louisiana.


I used some of my money to buy clothes

for college

and the rest I kept to help pay for my classes.


The night before I left

I got out my old brown cardboard suitcase

that had been with me since we left Gila Bend

and still had "Lynne's Suitcase" scrawled on it

written in crayon by my first-grade self



put it on the bed

and packed my new undies

skirts

sweaters

shoes

pajamas

and laid my new Bible on top.



Then I closed it and set it by the dresser.


When we had devotions

Daddy prayed that I would be okay

that the Lord would look after me

and that I would acknowledge Him as my Savior

and allow Him to direct my paths.



I felt like crying

because I was lonely and sad and scared

but of course I didn't


because I was eighteen years old.



It was a long night.


My baby sister slept in the bed beside me

but I barely knew her


and she didn't know me

because I was gone all the time

going to school

working

coming home late and tired

with homework still to do

and dishes to wash

and clothes to run through the wringer

and hang to dry in the cellar

because Mom just couldn't do it all anymore.


Still, I rolled over and hugged her warm little body close to me.


The next morning it was overcast

and chilly

and Mom had oatmeal thickening in a pan

so I had a bowl of it

and some toast


then Brother Bradford

the church member who was taking me away

along with his son, James

honked

and Daddy got my suitcase

and put it into the trunk with the three fancy black ones

that belonged to James.


Mom came out and kissed me goodbye

and Daddy hugged me

and said

"Bye, Lynna-girl, be good now"

and the boys and Little Paul kissed me goodbye

and I got in the car

and we went down Boonton Hill

to drive for eight hours

into the unknown.


When we finally got there

I looked at the big brick buildings

and the students outside raking the huge lawns

clean of their fall leaves


and I felt like I couldn't get out of the car.


I just wanted to go home.


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