THE BICYCLE...
How Daddy found time to help the neighboring farmers, I will never know, but he did and did so with a mission. Unlike his parents, the other farmers were grateful for his help and would pay him as much as they thought appropriate for a little boy's work. He saved that money and finally had enough to buy the one thing he wanted...a used bicycle. Daddy paid for that used bicycle and proudly rode it home. His mother, my grandmother, was livid to find out Daddy had money and more so that he had not given it to her. She made my Daddy return the bicycle and give the money to her.
This Christmas, like all, I think about my Daddy's bicycle. I'm reminded that he ran away from home at age 14 and illegally joined the Navy only to be found by Grandpa who told the Navy there was a family hardship and he needed to come home. Back home, he worked the fields sunup to sundown. He ran away a short time later and joined the Navy again, this time no one tried to force him to return to the farm.
I'm also mindful of the car accident my Daddy was in long before I was born. He was married to Moma at the time. Daddy received a small settlement from the insurance company and his mother demanded him to give her and Grandpa half of the money even though the accident had no ties to them. Daddy stood firm and did not give in to her demands.
My Grandpa was a good man, but he was weak where Grandma was concerned. My Grandpa became an alcoholic and when he went 'missing' it was Moma or Daddy who got the call from Grandma to look for Grandpa...not the other son who came along when Daddy was 13, the son who was never FORCED to do farm work, the son who got to further his education. I have memories of being shuttled into the car while Moma drove the streets of Sparta looking for Grandpa. One day, when he was drunk, he had a taxicab bring him to our house. I was small, but I remember that day. He sat in our living room crying, sharing his sadness about the way they had raised Daddy. He told my mother that he was going to right things only to die a few days later without the opportunity to right his wrongs and make peace with Daddy. Daddy was on the road at the time, I so wish he had been home that day.
Christmas and Bicycles is a constant reminder of my Daddy's unconditional for his family...a love he never felt from his parents.
By: Sarah Page Higgins