Blue Water Healthy Living

The Plane The Plane

By Marian Brennan Pratt

The father was ill tempered that day, the kids were pickin’ and pokin’ at each other and the mother was hoping for chocolate and a nap. She was searching through the junk drawer for the other half of that candy bar she saw in there yesterday when she heard her husband say quietly in her ear:” Let’s take them to your dads for a walk in the lane. We’ll get them so tired out maybe they’ll forget about antagonizing each other”. Occasionally, that man could come up with a good idea.  The father started flashing orders:

“Get dressed, get your shoes on, somebody get the dog”.

“What dad, what are we doing, where are we going?”

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“It’s a surprise, now let’s go.”

One of the boys was changing out of shorts into jeans. He had a bout with poison ivy and he wasn’t doing that again. The other boy couldn’t find his shoes, so he had on two different ones. The oldest girl was locked in the bathroom “getting ready” and her sister was making threatening noises. Mom was filling a water bottle. Meanwhile it looked like the father and the dog were the only ones who were ready.   

Finally, off they went with minimum fuss. Grandpa’s farm was next door – 120 acres with a lane that was close to a mile long. Onward they went to the barn yard, passing through the cows which was a bit of a nerve-wracker for the father because he was a city boy and didn’t know that cows won’t usually hurt you. Then on through the back gate and into the first woods. They looked at the different kinds of trees; the boys climbed a few; they crossed the stream (a county ditch but they called it a stream.) Out of the woods now they continued down the lane. The boys chased a squirrel and collected stones and were told they better not throw them and hit anybody, that coming from the girls. They had walked a long time and mom was getting tired, so they sat down to take a rest.

Now the air changed a little and became cooler. As they “ooohed” and “ahhhed” at the nice breeze, they heard a loud droning noise, looked up and were surprised to see an airplane. It flew directly over them.  The kids jumped up and down and waved and yelled; they all did. Then, “Oh look, the plane is coming back and he’s flying right over us again, he’s saying hi” – more waving and cheering even louder. The little family stood and watched the plane until it disappeared, and then went on their way still talking about it.  They crossed a bigger stream and went into another woods.

Now the air was getting noticeably cooler and storm clouds suddenly appeared. The father became watchful. As it started to rain, he said to the mother “That was a weather plane and he was trying to tell us to go back.” “That’s crazy. How would we know that”? He was dipping his wings as he flew over.” Just then, the sky opened up and, in the next few minutes dumped a considerable amount of water on them. They huddled under a big tree until the father said “No, this is the worst place for us to be. We have to run for home”. He picked up his 5-yr-old son and put him on his shoulders. He took his 7-year-old daughter by the hand. Mom grabbed the son who was 6 and sadly the daughter who was 8 took off on her own. They ran as fast as their legs would go re-covering all the area they had previously crossed – through the wooded areas – through the lane – around the fence and by the cows who were inside the barn now. (Her dad didn’t have any stupid cows) and then, finally home was in sight. Through all this, the girls were screaming and I’m not so sure that I didn’t hear some boy screams too, maybe we’ll just call that noise – the boys made some noise. The last leg of the journey had them running across the huge field holding their hands over their ears to block out the menacing thunder and sometimes ducking down when the lightening, so loaded with electricity exploded again and again. Now at the back door of the house, the dad is trying to unlock the door, but his hands are wet, and he dropped the keys in the dog’s dish. The kids were yelling: “Hurry up dad”.” He dropped the keys!” “Where are they?” “In Molly’s dish” “Yuk!” They fell in the back door and hit the floor totally exhausted. They laid there for a long time and then the father started to laugh. “I can’t believe I didn’t know what that weather plane was all about. I’ll tell you what, two people who are this clueless shouldn’t be allowed to have kids and especially not four. He’s talking to himself now: “I don’t believe it…. why didn’t I know what the guy in the plane was……dang cows smarter than me. The mom is thinking too and the conclusion she came to was that her husband may not be much help day to day but if he’s willing to take the blame when they do something as incredibly stupid as this, that might be a good thing to know.

All is well


Marian Brennan Pratt held the position of Church Secretary at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish in the Village of Emmett, Michigan for 24 years. She has four grown children: Barbara, Suzanne, Bernie and Steve, seven grandchildren: Daniel, Kaitlynn, Emily, Ashley, Taylor, Brennan and Benjamin, one great-grandchild: Paislee and another on-the-way. While a member of the community, she joined the ladies of the parish in a Book Club, was a member of Daughters of Isabella #452 and a past member of the Village Council. Marian lives in Port Huron now and has always been interested in Journalism which led to her joining the staff of St. Stephen’s High School newspaper, the Stephecho. She has written several articles for the Emmett News and has had a book published, entitled “Emmett Township”, part of the Images of America series by Arcadia Publishing which plays a large part in the preservation of local heritage.

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