I stayed Texas for about a week and flew back to Cedar
Rapids. Mama came home within a few
days, but she didn’t improve. To make
matters worse her mental problems resurfaced, and it was exacerbated by
conversation about dying, but things pretty well rocked on all summer without
much change.
We realized there was
no way that it was going to work for Elliott to stay with Mama and Daddy for
his sophomore year. As the time for the
fall semester approached we made a trip to Texas to see how we might help
stabilize the situation. Mama got the
idea that I was trying to put her in a nursing home, and she ran me out of the
house. I was greatly concerned about her
mental condition, but I knew Daddy was not going to put her in a nursing home
against her will. Both of them had seen
loved ones in a nursing home and they had a great fear of it.
We managed to find temporary quarters for Elliott. Later on, he and some of his friends rented
an old house on ACU Hill. During that
year Ann was trying to finish up at Mount Mercy, and we were trying to send
Elliott to college. He had some pretty
lean times. He consumed lots of Ramen
Noodles, and visited my father weekly, where he was reward with eggs from Daddy’s
laying hens. He prepared eggs just about
any way there was to fix them.
He and his buddies were all hunters and fishermen, and they
largely lived on game. Elliott became
quite adept at preparing wild game in tasty ways. At Christmas time, he came home and served
us duck l’ orange. Somehow he learned to
how to prepare a wild duck that way. It
was incredibly good. To this day,
cooking is Elliott’s hobby. No, that’s
not right. It’s his passion. Once
Elliott came home, and got a great surprise when he walked into the
bathroom. One of his housemates had
killed and deer and hung it up in the bathroom to dress it. College students have unusual ways of
handling life’s challenges, but he got through the year. Fortunately he was offered an ROTC
scholarship at the beginning of his junior year, and life got easier.
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