The Adventures of Naomie 45

“ You two sound good together. You should start a band. I could get my kids out here when they wake up. They can play Maracas, sticks, bells and Tambourine. I even sing.” laughed Cindy who belted out:”

Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

Naomie and Johnny sang with Cindy:

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

Matthew and Johnny's son drove up. They walked over to the porch. “I knew my Dad would get a band together while we were out at the ranch.” said Carlos Buck Eturbi.

“Carlos Eturbi meet the best large animal Veterinarian I know. You can even tell my brother,Thomas, I think Naomie is a better large animal Veterinarian than anyone I actually know.” said Matthew.

Dr. Williams I would like to hire you to work out at my Ranch for a few days. My wife said to bring one dress for an evening dinner. She hopes you come because she has a nice quiet room picked out for you with its own private bath.

When Naomie pulled up in her truck a cowhand came out to carry her suitcase, laptop and Vet satchel into the main house.

“Mrs. Eturbi, your guest has arrived.” he said.

“Thank you Mr. Jonathan. Leave the bags near the stair landing. Miss Ethel has lunch for you.”

“Dr Williams, may I call you Naomie while you are with us?”

“Yes, certainly. And may I call you Linda?” asked Naomie.

“Yes you may. I am so very happy you will be with us for a few short days. I wish it was longer. I admire your working talents. Come let's go up to your room. I picked it especially for you as it was mine when I was a young woman.”

Linda rose from her chair and gingerly with her cane went to the stairs. She pulled down a seat for herself and another small carrying shelf for the suitcase and vet bag.

Naomie carried her purse and walked alongside Linda as they chatted.

“ I do not get out a lot. I do not drive anymore so I depend on others a lot.” said Linda sadly.

Naomie thought to herself she would have a talk with Linda about the possibilities of her driving.

After all, if Charles Krauthammer could drive, so would Linda.

Entering the room she felt like a fairy princess. Upstairs then up to the attic where the ceiling was typical wood covered rafters. It was finished and stained to match the door moldings.

The walls were a dusty rose. A painting of someone's favorite horse hung on the wall near the bed.

Across the room along the same side of the wall was a beautiful mirror over a well polished dresser. The large bed is covered in a mossy green woven spread, four large pillows and a cozy lamp for reading.

Near the center of the room a massive coffee table and a comfortable leather chair sat on beautiful oriental rugs.

Next to the wall was an entrance into a bathroom. A beautiful clawfoot tub sat close to a five foot window made up of several smaller windows.

Linda told her the horse in the picture was named Reservation Flower and because of this horse she was lame.

Charles Krauthammer led his life fully, vibrantly. Yes, he was very badly disabled. No use of his legs, almost no use of his hands, and yet he lived a full life. He had a car outfitted so he could drive the streets of Washington.

Linda, you can do it. I will help you find the resources. I have lots of friends from my college days and some from all over the world. You can do it. I have faith in you.

“Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.” —Norman Vincent Peale

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 44

Music playing on the radio “ Just a closer walk with thee. Best of Bluegrass Gospel” made Naomie sit on the porch and miss all her family. She had just seen them but was still missing them. Her foot was tapping to the beat of the music.

Soon she heard “What a friend we have in Jesus” coming from behind the bushes near Matthews office. Venturing off to the right away from the sight of the bushes she quietly looked to see who was there singing.

There he was. A little man in a wheelchair with a tattered looking cowboy hat. He was playing a banjo and singing from his heart deep within. His eyes are closed but he wears a mile long smile upon his face.

Calie Cat lets out a huge “Meow” when she spots Naomie.

The little man opened his eyes and nodded his head. He never missed a beat playing “When the roll is called up Yonder” Naomie pretended to play keys on the railing of the porch while tapping her toes and singing in tune with her new friend.

After that song he extends his hand to shake and says: “Howdy I'm Johnny Buck Eturbi.”

“I'm Naomie. I live across the street. I wish I could play the banjo like you do.”

“I don't see why you couldn't. You seem to have good rhythm singing and tapping those toes. Watching you play the porch rail you must know a little about the piano also.”

I started playing piano eleven years ago. Then I went off to college to study Veterinary practice. Next stop India for a while then home until Thomas asked me to please, please help his brother with the big animals until he got back from India.

I have not had a lot of time to play even the piano. I do have one here in the house. I wanted some fresh air this morning so that's why I was on the porch tapping my toes.

“I'm waiting for my son and Matthew to return from the next ranch over. “Snowflake disease has taken over my body. The trip all over the ranch would not take my wheelchair. I still ride horses but my horse was not there to ride. I have trained him well.

I chose to stay here and help Cindy entertain the four youngsters. Doc Matthew said he was NOT going to allow anyone to bother you on your day off. He's taking all the calls out at the ranch.”

“Myasthenia gravis is an autoimmune disease caused by an error in the transmission of nerve impulses to your muscles. You certainly seem to be doing well.” said Naomie.

“Yes, it is all in the attitude of the victim. When there is an obstacle in the way you give up or you find another way around the ant hill.” said Johnny Buck with his mile wide smile.

He bent down to the small backpack near his chair and pulled out a pair of wood drum sticks handing them to Naomie.

He tuned up his banjo and they both started singing:

Next time your found

With your chin on the ground

There a lot to be learned

So look around

Just what makes that little old ant

Think he'll move that rubber tree plant

Anyone knows an ant, can't

Move a rubber tree plant

But he's got high hopes

He's got high hopes

He's got high apple pie

In the sky hopes

So any time your gettin' low

'Stead of lettin' go

Just remember that ant

Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant

Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant

Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant

When troubles call

And your back's to the wall

There a lot to be learned

That wall could fall

Once there was a silly old ram

Thought he'd punch a hole in a dam

No one could make that ram, scram

He kept buttin' that dam

'Cause he had high hopes

He had high hopes

He had high apple pie

In the sky hopes

So any time your feelin' bad

'Stead of feelin' sad

Just remember that ram

Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam

Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam

Oops, there goes a billion kilowatt dam

All problems just a toy balloon

They'll be bursted soon

They're just bound to go pop

Oops, there goes another problem kerplop

Oops, there goes another problem kerplop

Oops, there goes another problem kerplop, kerplop

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 43

Charles and Rosie were hungry for Spanish food. No place in town served Spanish foods so they ventured out to Pintxos in Pittsburgh, PA. They took Naomie out to dinner and to finally be alone with her for a while.

A lady was playing the piano. Rosie looked at her a few times thinking she had seen the woman before.

The lady recognized her and played the theme from Hatari! by Henry Mancini.

Now she had Rosie and Naomie's full attention. Naomie knew that song as Baby Elephant Walk.

“Gloria”

“Rosie”

Gloria Ysursa, owner of Pintxos, motioned Rosie to come up. Naomie and Charles watched as the two women played a variety of songs together.

Rosie came back to the table. Gloria followed with her husband Alexander. Charles and Naomie were introduced.

“We haven't seen each other since the José Iturbi International Music Competition at the University of California in Los Angeles. I was in the competition and Rosie was a judge. I was in a tie but I lost.

The competition's co-founder, Donelle Dadidgan, picked the final winner for the tie breaker. She is the founder of the Hollywood Museum and the goddaughter of José Iturbi.” said Gloria with a huge smile.

They all sat and chatted for a while then Alexander received a phone call from his highly excited sister. Rapidly speaking Spanish.

“Slow down Missy. Speak English please. I'm in the restaurant with four others. Good now the sheep is bleeding? Is she in labor yet?

What? Missy! Stop crying. I will come right now. Where is your husband?

He's the one to call, not me. Shearing? OK I'm coming now. Stop crying. Go boil some water. I'll be there in five minutes.”

Naomie said she was a Veterinarian and asked if she could come with him. Charles got her bag from their car and Naomie went with Alexander. Charles, Rosie and Gloria followed.

Out at the Ysursa Sheep Ranch Six They all piled down to the barn to hear the bleating of a distressed female ewe and the wails of Alexander's sister-in-Law Missy.

Naomie took off her sweater and put on an apron, along with rubber gloves. She started humming that Elephant Walk tune. The others stepped back and lowly hummed along with her.

Reaching deep into the ewe she turned the breech baby and soon it started to come out. Mama sheep stopped bleating and started licking the new babe. About five minutes later, another babe. Finally a third.

“Well, Romanov sheep are fertile breeds for twins. Triplets are unusual. They all look well. The first one is also fine. He was being pushed by the others and got turned somehow. You may have to help the Ewe feed them at first.” said Naomie.

While Naomie washed up in the bathroom the husband, Manuel came home from shearing wool. He wanted to pay Naomie but she said no the babies were all well and so was Mama. She did take his card in case anyone needed a shearer or a person that may be in need of shearing. She told him she was helping Dr. Bell until his brother returned from India.

“ I do like the town and would stay but when Thomas returns he and his brother have a business to attend to.

I do not know if a town that small needs three veterinarians.”

Manuel told her if she did not mind tending to the bigger animals there was plenty of work for her among the Basque ranchers.

“These ranchers will not be prejudice of a woman Doctor.

They are respectful and will pay well for you to come to their ranches to tend to mostly big stock.

Please if you will give me a card I will take it to the next meeting. I have been so busy teaching shearing to the young men and women of our community. Many modern youngsters over eighteen do not wish to be called sheep Shearers but I have been showing them in classes and they are getting more interested.``

After dining Alexander excused himself then returned with a handwoven wool blanket for Naomie. It was a work of art. Gray, black, cream, with a slim layer or red. “ I was not sure if you liked red. I also have the design in green.” said Alexander.

Naomie thanked him saying she would keep the red and cherish this evening always.

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 42

Rosie and Charles came to stay with Naomie on what was to be a Friday to Sunday but actually ended up being a week.

“We missed you and when you said come for the weekend we pulled out our bags, filled up a box of

canned goods and got in the car.” laughed Rosie.

“ I came to see Mr. Garfield. He has an old 1954 Farmall Super M-TA Tractor he wants to sell. I thought I'd buy it so I, Rosie and Mr. Potts could use it. I might even let someone who knows tractors at the church use it. Your brother took an interest in it also. As soon as he turns thirteen I'll ask your Dad if Ivan can drive it.” laughed Charles.

“When I met Naomie and she placed my foot in a bucket of pure clean clay she was driving at fourteen.” laughed Rosie.

“Actually I was twelve when I started driving the old Nomad. Mama said as long as my feet reached the pedals I could practice with her in the car. That's when I started wearing those old pink high heels.“ laughed Naomie.

“Naomie I think your Mother still has those old pink high heels hanging in your old room. She has some of your childhood books in there along with your awards. We were up there late one night and your room is where we were sleeping.” said Rosie.

“Awww that sounds like Mama. I still have room for them and Ivan. You and Charles are on twin beds but I pushed them together to make one big bed. Ivan would not care if he slept in my room on the blow up bed. Or better yet if he had the blow up in the alcove in the attic with the piano. We could all have a party.” said Naomie.

The next day was Saturday and there was a secret Birthday Party for Mrs. Bell, the mother-in-law. She was so excited to see the vintage brown paper mâché dress mannequin. Naomie made a large sheet cake (carrot of course).

Rosie made little finger sandwiches. Rosie made plenty of them saying small enough for little ones hands and take two or three if you want more.

Mr. and Mrs. Garfield along with Caroline were also invited. Caroline now had a little necklace with the arrowhead Ivan had given to her.

The big surprise was that Mama, Dad and Ivan did show up for the party.

“We brought the flatbed to tote the tractor back home. Mr and Mrs Garfield will be our host and hostess for the stay. We won't have to go back till Monday morning. Mr Potts will be there Monday with some of the old timers to see we take it off the flatbed in good condition.” laughed Bill.

What a great party it was for everyone. Mrs. Bell was so excited she got a bit tired so she and Mrs Garfield sat out by the picnic table in two comfortable lounge chairs falling asleep under the shade trees.

Ivan and Caroline both took in upon themselves to play games with the four younger children.

Cindy had a Yamaha PSR-EW300 Portable Keyboard set up outside. Rosie asked if she could try it.

“Oh my, the tone on this instrument is really good. Rosie was hooked and played every song she was asked to play.

The biggest hit was :Happy Birthday.

But the birthday lady requested:

Grandma's Feather Bed

by John Denver

Everyone sang and tapped their toes including the children.

When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor

We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so

We'd have chicken pie, country ham

Homemade butter on the bread

But the best darn thing about grandma's house

Was the great big feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

And soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs

And a piggy we stole from the shed

We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On grandma's feather bed

After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks spit and chew

Pa would talk about the farm and the war

And granny's sing a ballad or two

And I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head

Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning

In the middle of the old feather bed

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

And soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs

And a piggy we stole from the shed

We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On grandma's feather bed

Well, I love my ma and I love my pa, I love granny and grandpa too

I've been fishin' with my uncles, I wrestled my cousin

I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew!

But if I ever had to make a choice I guess it oughta be said

That I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road

For grandma's feather bed

I'd trade them all plus the gal down the road

It was nine feet high and six feet wide

And soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese

Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick

It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs

And a piggy we stole from the shed

We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On grandma's feather bed

We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

On grandma's feather bed

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 41

Naomie was on phone duty at Matthews office. Technically it was his day off but since the whole town knew she was there to help out they called. Some of the towns people were getting over the fact that Naomie Williams, a mere woman, was a reliable veterinarian and not a secretary only!

Matthew and Cindy were at his doctors office for a checkup on his back. Mrs Bell, the mother-in-law was tending to the children. She was such a dear lady. She even brought Naomie tea and sweets before she put the children down to nap.

Naomie knew she was in trouble when Mr Garfield asked: "Can you keep a secret."

The look of shock on her face was questionable. Then the phrase: "I love my wife... but" came flowing out of his mouth.

The look of shock, surprise then disgust came upon Naomie's face and thoughts.

He sensed her impending doom and quickly said:

"It's a good secret. Something she has always wanted. I think now that she has a lot of time on her hands I will give her a Camelot Macaw.

It will be here in a few days. She will be so excited when she sees her new pet."

Naomie was relived and a bit ashamed of herself for jumping to conclusions when he continued asking if Dr Bell or she had ever had the occasion to be around Macaw's.

“Mr. Garfield I tend to care for the larger stock animals. That was why I was working in India. When I met Thomas he was working with a rambunctious chestnut Indian Country-bred horse. I helped him calm it down by using the Alexander Method of horse massage.

I have been around some birds and of course domestic birds such as chicken, duck and geese. I never dealt with Macaw. I am up to learning about them.

I do think Matthew might know for sure. He is at the Doctor office with Cindy right now. If you have time I will ask his brother. He will be writing from India soon. He said he'd send me pictures of the horse Tattoo while I am in office today.”

Naomie went to the computer and checked the incoming mail.

“Here it is Mr Garfield. A post to me from Thomas. I'll show you if you come over to the counter.”

With that she first wrote to Thomas asking about the

chance that Matthew had ever worked with a Camelot Macaw.

Returning to the post from Thomas she and Mr Garfield looked at the pictures of Tattoo. Soon a return reply saying: “ Hello to Mr Garfield. My brother does know the bird breed Camelot Macaw. He will be very helpful to you. I should be home in five months.

My brother and I will work together unless the town does not want me anymore. I know that Dr Williams is a wizard with the large animals. Do not tell her I said that or she will chew me to pieces.”

Mr Garfield and Naomie looked at each other and laughed as Matthew walked into the back door with Cindy.

Cindy asked Naomie if she were finished. She wanted to show her something in back of the truck.

“Yes, Matthew is here and has some business with Mr Garfield. I have some time before I finish my day off list.”

“I want to know if I can hide this in your kitchen until Saturday?

It is an authentic vintage brown paper mâché dress mannequin. I bought it today for Matthew's mother. Saturday is her birthday. I do not want her to see it.” asked Cindy.

“Yes, of course. Where is the truck? I did not see nor hear you pull in.” asked Naomie.

“We coasted into the back. I made Matthew do it. He just laughed at me for being so sneaky. I don't want Grand Mama to see her surprise. She is such a wonderful Mother-in-law to me. I do love her so much. She has always wanted one so I bought it for her today.” smiled Cindy.

When Matthew and Mr Garfield came out the back door Matthew made sure he caught a picture of Naomie single handedly toting a naked female mannequin up the back steps to her kitchen. Cindy behind her all the way complaining she wanted to help!

“Matthew I know your brother will have his hands full for the rest of his life when he asks this woman to marry him.” smiled Mr. Garfield.

Matthew said:

“What is the relationship between love and gratitude?

For an answer to this question, we can use water as a model.

A water molecule consists of two hydrogen atoms and

one oxygen atom, represented by H2O. If love and gratitude ,

like oxygen and hydrogen, were linked together in a ratio of 1 to 2,

gratitude would be twice as large as love.”

― Masaru Emoto, Hidden Messages in Water

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

Pastor Barns was at church the next Sunday helping out with the sermon. Naomie had remembered to bring an after church snack.

That was easy. She brought one dozen Mrs. Potts soft molasses cookies. When she was in India she could not find molasses. Knowing someone might want the recipe she had a copy in her pocket.

Caroline Garfield was at church with her Grandma at her side. She was being so much more patient with her Grandma. One of her friends wanted her to go outside to play in a race. She said she had to be with Grandma until Grandpa took over.

“ I could take your place if your Grandpa does not mind. Go ask and tell him Naomie is not on duty and would be happy to help out.”

Grandma sat with Naomie and ate a few cookies.

“These taste like Irma Potts molasses cookies. Do you know Irma?” she asked Naomie.

“Yes I do. Do you remember her cookbook? The little girl on the cover was me. I used her recipe. I have it here in my pocket. I'll give it to you.” said Naomie.

Grandpa came in and sat with them after he kissed his wife on the cheek.

Seeing the recipe paper he asked:

“What'd you get there.”

She showed him then said it was a recipe.

“Do you remember Irma and Neville Potts in Alexandria? This is Naomie. She is their..umm . I forgot.“

Naomie quickly piped up and said: Niece. I am their long lost niece. I helped Aunt Irma with her cookbook.”

Naomie's eyes were now bigger than saucers.

“Excuse me, I need to go outside for a few minutes.” Out she went hoping the Good Lord did not fault her for the little white lies.

Cindy and her Mother-in-law caught up with her and followed her outside.

“Don't worry Dear. We heard you and the Good Lord will not strike you down for making Mrs Garfield happy. We now have her husband coming to meetings. He can bring her along. He sees he's not the only one with this problem with their spouse.”

“ I just felt so bad telling a fib in church. I will have to tell Neville I am now his niece. He will be coming to visit later this afternoon. My brother Ivan is also coming. They are going to stay overnight and leave on Wednesday morning. I told them I may have to work but they will not mind. There are plenty of things for them to do and see if I am busy.” said Naomie.

Ivan and Mr Potts called to say they were in town at the Slovenian Heritage Center on Martin Rd. Ivan was all excited because he had found two arrowheads on the ground. The curator of the museum said since they were found outdoors and Ivan was honest enough to tell him Ivan could keep them. This was pretty exciting for a ten year old boy.

Mr Potts saw a bargain at a roadside vegetable stand. Two dozen ears of super sweet corn for five dollars. When they arrived at Naomie's house they took the corn over to Cindy and Matthews house as their part of the barbq meal.

Naomie saw that Mr Garfield was there so she quickly told Mr Potts and Ivan about her little fib to Mrs Garfield about being Mr Potts niece. Ivan understood and so did Neville.

Mrs Garfield had forgotten the incident anyway.

Ivan and Caroline quickly became friends. They were both very close in age and had similar interests. He asked her if she would like one of his arrowheads and she answered yes. They asked Mr Garfield if they could exchange letters in the mail. A friendship was beginning.

Ivan had his harmonica in his pocket so he played tunes for the four little Bell children. They seemed to like Mary Had a Little Lamb and Jingle Bells the best.

He and Caroline kept the children busy until they went to Cindy and fell asleep on the outdoor chairs.

The big hit of the night was when Mr Garfield asked if he knew how to play When The Saints Go Marching In. The adults did not believe it when Ivan played the song with Mrs Garfield singing:

O when the saints go marching in

When the saints go marching in

O lord i want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine

O lord I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood

When the moon turns red with blood

O lord i want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in

On that hallelujah day

On that hallelujah day

O lord I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in

There was not a dry eye at the gathering that night.

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 39

Monday morning There was a box on the porch from the Calcutta Flower Shop. She had seen the shop but ever went in to look at the plants. It was addressed to Naomie Williams. Wondering when it had been delivered she opened it to see what was inside.

A beautiful live Ginger plant was enclosed. The card read from Thomas Bell and Asha and Albert. We miss you and your cooking. Another card gave the care and growing directions for the area and zone where she was living.

She took the plant inside and placed it on the counter near a window.

Today's was easy with Matthew. No really big animals for her to wrestle down. She had never had to work on a pet chicken before but quickly learned how to splint it's leg. The child was happy but the Father would have rather put the chicken in a stew pot.

Matthew took care of the billing so she was happy about that. When she happily arrived home at lunchtime Matthew said he'd call her if they needed to go out on call again. She said she was going to go back down the road to the yard sale.

There she found six books by Mary Lasswell.

Suds in Your Eye (1942)

High Time (1944)

One on the House (1949)

Wait for the Wagon (1951)

Tooner Schooner (1953)

Let's Go for Broke (1962)

The gentleman having the yard sale commented that the books had been his wife's.

“ It's unusual to see a younger woman like you get excited over these books. My wife passed away a few years ago and I decided to let them go today. You are not from around here are you?”

“Mary Lasswell is one of my favorite authors. Her eccentric older ladies are great fun. I have been reading and rereading her books since I discovered them in my Mama's personnel library.

I do own her cookbook from 1946, called Mrs. Rasmussen’s Book of One Armed Cookery. It was in the donation box of books when we ran the Honeybee Porch. I always had to ask permission from Mama to borrow her books.

Naomie introduced herself. She found out he was a substitute pastor at the church she was attending.

“I have no clue how long I will be here in Enon Valley. I will go back to Alexandria when I finish helping Matthew Bell.” said Naomie.

“Ah then you are a Veterinarian? We could use another around here since his brother went off to India.”

“Yes I was working in India when I accidentally bumped into his brother in India. We did not work together but knew a mutual couple.

When I returned to America he contacted me hoping I did not have a commitment yet. His brother, Matthew, needed me to help him for four months so I'm here.

Actually Matthew's wife Cindy and I were old school mates. I said I'd help for at least six months if needed. India was nice and interesting. The couple I lived with were very nice to me. They missed their daughter so I took her place.

I'm really happy to be back in the USA.” said Naomie.

He placed the box of books in her truck. He also gave her a pair of bookends that actually went with the books. He then went off to tend to customers.

Naomie was almost home when she got a call from Matthew.

“Hello Naomie, are you anywhere near Cedar Point Road?” asked Matthew.

“I am pulling out of Pastor Barns driveway.”

“Good take a left and go down to South Ditch and hang a right. I'll be there as soon as I can. Pat Vincent's hogs got loose and are all over the road. He's not home and his wife and teen girls are all in a flutter.”

Naomie drove right to the problem. She called the girls over and said Matthew had sent her to help.

“How many hogs are there and can you get me some corn from the crib?”

“Yes.” was the answer from both girls.

“Now where did they get out of? A gate or did they break the fence?”

The girls showed Naomie where they got out and broke part of the fence.

“Lets all get sticks and try to guide them back through the gate.

We'll coax them back with corn. I do not relish the thought of a 500 pound hog turning us into sausage! They are smart but we are smarter.

If you know the Mother Goose Nursery Rhyme sing with me and we'll guide them back through the gate:

This little piggy went to market

This little piggy stayed home

This little piggy had roast beef

This little piggy had none

This little piggy went

Wee wee wee

All the way home

This little piggy jumped up

This little piggy sat down

This little piggy wouldn't take a nap

This little piggy ran around

This little piggy put his nose in a book

And never made a sound

When Matthew and the girl's Dad pulled up they saw

everything was under control.

“What a story. Nobody will believe me! Singing to the hogs. You are all amazing.” Dad said. Matthew smiled.

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

Mrs Garfield was informed by Caroline how the new Vet had saved the goat and her two kids.

“Grandma, When I grow up I'm going to India and save the Water Buffalo. Do you know how to make Chocolate Curry Cake, Grandma

“I never heard of such a ridiculous thing. Where'd you get such a notion in yere head child? India? Why would anyone want to go to that foreign country? Did that skinny woman fill yer head up with heathen ideas? I don't even have a recipe for such a thing!” barked Grandma Garfield.

“ I have the recipe right here. I'm gonna make them tonight. Grandpa said I could” said Caroline, showing her the recipe Naomie had given her.

COCOA CURRY CHOCOLATE CAKE

Butter a 9×13 inch cake pan.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Ingredients and Preparation:

1 ¾ C. flour

2 C. sugar

¾ C. good cocoa

1 ½ t. baking soda

1 ½ t. baking powder

1 t. salt

1 ½ t. Curry powder

Combine all dry ingredients in a large bowl.

2 eggs

1 C. milk

½ C. vegetable oil

2 t. vanilla extract

Mix the wet ingredients into dry.

Beat at medium speed for 2 minutes.

1 C. boiling water

Add the water last, stirring just until combined. Do not over-mix.

Bake for 35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean.

remove from the oven, cool before frosting

Icing:

½ C. butter

2 C. powdered sugar

4 T. cocoa

2 t. Curry powder

3-4 T. milk or chocolate liqueur

Beat with a mixer until light and fluffy. Spread over cooled cake and cover.

“ I have never heard of anyone carrying a recipe around in her pocket when she was helping the Veterinarian.” barked Grandma.

“She's the Veterinarian that did all the work. Dr. Matthew can't do heavy work right now. The recipe was for Cindy. Like, you know Cindy Bell at church? I babysit for her at church sometimes so she can be free to help the other ladies. Grandma honestly I am ten years old and a very responsible baby sitter.” said Caroline in an elevated voice.

“Young lady, you will never raise your voice to your Grandmother. Do you understand?” Boomed Grandfather Garfield.

He and Naomie had walked in the door through the kitchen. He was not at all pleased at the tone of Caroline's voice towards her Grandmother.

He gave Grandmother a hug and kiss then introduced Naomie to her.

Smiling, Naomie took Grandmother's hand and said: “ You don't need to call me DR. Williams. My friend Mr Potts calls me Naomie.”

“Were you friends with Irma Potts? Are you the little girl in the cookbook? I miss her. Irma that is. Will you let her know I said Hello?”

Naomie said yes I will tell her husband to let her know you said Hello.” said Naomie quietly.

“Naomie is here to look at Buffy.” said Grandfather.

“Yes Buffy. She has lumpy fur. I don't know what to do about her lumpy fur. It has lots of twigs and mud in it.” said Grandmother sadly.

Naomie opened her medical bag and examined the cat. She was well for an old cat but badly in need of brushing. Naomie asked if Caroline could hold the cat on the old bench by the door while she cut out some of the fur lumps.

“ Mr Garfield does your wife have a cat brush?” He did not know. Caroline asked if her old hairbrush would work until they got a proper one.

“Why yes, that will work. Will you be helping Grandmother to keep Buffy groomed?

I think it might be good practice of your patience for you to help Grandmother.

A good vet must have very good patience with animals and sometimes the owners.” said Naomie softly.

Mr Garfield smiled and squeezed Naomies hand. Grandmother Garfield came back to Naomie and handed her a small paper bag.

“ I made this peach jam today. I want you to have it. You are a nice young lady but you need to gain a few pounds. Are you married yet?”

“Thank you Mrs Garfield. No I have been busy in India at a Vet clinic. I do not have a boyfriend yet. I still have time later on for one.” smiled Naomie.

“Well Dear, You try putting on a little weight.” said Mrs. Garfield.

Grandfather walked her to Matthews truck saying:

“ You can see I have a bit of work to do with that Granddaughter of ours. She does not understand her Grandmothers Alzheimer's stage.

Right now it is mild but as it progresses I do not know how to explain it to her. She is a smart ten year old but I do not have the knowledge or patience to deal with both of them sometimes.”

Matthew asked if he might have time to talk to his wife Cindy. I think Cindy and my Mother might help the two of you out. My father had Alzheimer's and Mama had to deal with it. She had help from a support group.

Cindy went with Mama to these groups. You get together with her after church. Maybe we could have a little get together at our house. Your wife can meet my Mother and if she likes lively children we have four that will keep her occupied.

Your Caroline is wonderful with the kids at church. Why Cindy said she won't even take any money for sitting. Cindy made a deal with Caroline if she won't take money then we help her out with books and school supplies. Caroline accepted that deal.”

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

Monday morning Naomie was dressed. Had breakfast and made lunch with extra water & thermos of coffee. An hour early she went upstairs to practice: She started out with her routine of the scales. She wanted to be like Rosie and fly through them with a smile. Rosie the concert pianist still started her day with scale practice.

Almost forty five minutes and there was pounding at the door. Matthew was there.

“Sorry the cell phone did not work for some reason. I hope you're ready we have to get out to the Garfield farm. Looks like one of the goats is in labor too soon. She was kicked in the belly last night by another goat. You ready?”

“Yes. I'll get my bag & lunch.” said Naomie.

“Lunch? All I have is coffee and some old MRI's in the truck. Let's go. I'll drive.

Arriving at the farm Mrs Garfield was at the gate to let them in.

“ The power is off out here. John is down at the goat barn with a couple of new hired hands. They don't speak much English. The rest of the crew is up in the high country with the cattle. I thought you'd bring another Veterinarian with you instead of this foreigner! How's she gonna help? Pretty skinny if ya ask me.”

Matthew started to protest when Naomie said “ The mother goat needs to keep on moving. I have a flashlight you can hold for me.”

Once at the barn Naomie went to work. She assessed the situation. Felt the mother goat's anguish and proceeded.

“Do you have any type of lighting such as oil lamps? I will need more than my flashlight.”

Seeing the two workers were Hispanic she spoke to them softly in Spanish asking if they had a musical instrument. Yes one a guitar. She asked if they could sing a soothing song in the background keeping the beat going for the Mama Goat to hear.

Yes they would. Dr Matthew Bell told everyone to listen and do as she said. “Dr Naomie Williams is an excellent Veterinarian and has been recommended to me by my brother.”

Naomie asked Matthew to stroke Mama while she explored with her gloved hand. Soon she said in Spanish: “ Keep singing I need to turn the baby.” To Matthew

“The baby is breech keep rubbing her. I will need light and some clean water. Any way it might be warm?”

Mr Garfield said yes he had a whole stove in the back full. Good and towels? Naomie asked.

Yes was the answer. Matthew with a quiet voice explained to the others what Naomie was doing. Mama goat was still vocal but not as loud. “Matthew it's been a half hour. I have it turned and now waiting for a hoof to appear. She looks exhausted. How are you holding out on your back?”

“I'm fine I wish I could help you massage. I know you must be tired.”

“I am getting tired. Mr Garfield, the young girl with you. How old is she?”

“That's my Granddaughter Caroline. It's her goat. She's in the back worried. She is ten. Why?”

“ With your permission I would like her to get behind the goat and rub her head. If the goat smells her and hears her she might relax.

This goat is very very tired and I do not want her to give up on these two babies. We need to relax her so I can get in there and help them get delivered.”

“Two?

Like twins.” said Caroline who had been listening in the background.

“Yes, if grandpa says yes and you stay behind her you might brush he head or talk to her. It will relax her then I can help.” said Naomie.

Caroline said she would hum and sing the song she always sang to her goat when she brushed her.

It worked and after another fifteen minutes two baby kids were born. The Mama did most of the cleaning up of her two new kids. Naomie and Matthew needed the rest.

Naomie praised Caroline and the two Spanish gentlemen for their soothing music.

“Matthew this was worst than the time I had to deliver a breech Water Buffalo outside of Kolkata India. I thought another Water Buffalo was going to charge me and put my lights out forever.”

Caroline had a big smile. Naomie smiled back at the little girl that reminded her of herself.

Naomie smiled and said: “Humor me for a while. I'm all cleaned up and need my thermos of coffee and a really yummy big gooey sweet chocolate snack.”

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake

The Adventures of Naomie 35

The only expense was a new mattress for Naomi. Thomas told Matthew to pay for it out of his expense account he had set up before he went to India.

Cindy was at the house before Naomi, Charles and Rosie arrived. She had it all ready for Naomi to move into. That was easy because when Thomas was away she would walk over to the house once a month to make sure everything was dusted and all in order.

"I was not sure of curtains or wall art so I just pulled things out of storage and hung it up. Everything came from the house itself. The items, except for a new mattress all belonged to the grandparents.

If you do not like anything you are free to change." said Cindy.

"No it looks perfectly fine for me. I even see you have that beautiful roll top desk all shined up for my laptop. Rosie came along to meet you and to tune the piano."

We will have lunch in about an hour and a half.

My Mother-in-Law is the sweetest lady in the world.

She is taking care of the children while I greet you and show you to the kitchen.

There is a new microwave in there. I live on the use of that believe me with a busy husband and four little ones I need a time saver.

The kitchen stove is quite old fashioned. I know you can handle that. I want to show you the pots and pans in the kitchen."

Charles excused himself to go talk to Matt.

Rosie tended to tuning the piano. Cindy and Naomi went to the kitchen then out to the back yard.

“You may use any of the herbs I have planted back here. Thomas never uses them. I keep an herb garden here hoping he will use them some day but...

Meanwhile we use them and I am slowly introducing the children how to grow herbs. It is important for them to learn.”

“Yes it is important. When I was in Kolkata,

India the couple I lived with used herbs in all their meals.

I loved the Lemon Grass tea.”

“I have lemon grass in the back. Actually it is overgrown.

I left it there along the fence because it also keeps the mosquitoes away.” said Cindy.

Almost an hour and fifteen minutes passed

and the two ladies went into the house to see how Rosie was doing. From the attic they heard the sweetest tune:

English Country Garden

How many kinds of sweet flowers grow

In an English country garden?

We'll tell you now of some that we know

Those we miss you'll surely pardon

Daffodils, heart's ease and flox

Meadowsweet and lady smocks

Gentain, lupine and tall hollihocks

Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, blue forget-me-nots

In an English country garden

How many insects come here and go

In an English country garden?

We'll tell you now of some that we know

Those we miss you'll surely pardon

Fireflies, moths, gnats and bees

Spiders climbing in the trees

Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze

There are snakes, ants that sting

And other creeping things

In an English country garden

How many songbirds fly to and fro

In an English country garden?

We'll tell you now of some that we know

Those we miss you'll surely pardon

Bobolink, cuckoo and quail

Tanager and cardinal

Bluebird, lark, thrush and nightingale

There is joy in the spring

When the birds begin to sing

In an English country garden

Songwriters: Jimmie Rodgers English Country Garden lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

They both stood and listened swaying to the music with smiles.

“The Spencer piano in in excellent condition It needs no reconditioning. The string compartment is clean. There are no defects I can find.

It has been covered and protected with the dry Lavender bags. I tuned it and as you heard it is ready to go.” said Rosie.

“ Thank you so much for tuning this piano. I was hoping it would be in good condition for someone to use.

I do not play but I certainly love to listen. So happy it was not given away. We will have to ask Matt's Mother Mildred Bell at lunch about the piano.

All I know is that the grandfather, closed up the house when his wife passed. That and the property we live in across the street belonged to their grandfather.

Mildred is sweet and she will tell you today or whenever Naomie and she talk. We better get over there to lunch or Matthew and Charles will gobble it all up!” laughed Cindy.

Mildred had made a wonderful lunch that was both adult and kid pleasing. The whole meal was consumed.

Classic Lasagna

Garlic Bread

Bruschetta Salad

Vegetable Stuffed Hard Eggs

Carrot Cake

Water, Milk, Coffee or Tea

She had a vivid imagination and would carry it on for the rest of her life.

©Julia A Knaake