Wednesday, May 6, 2015

CONTINUED: JIMMY BEAN 19/20



Ever since I was a little girl, I’d stop in front of the iron and stone gate in front of Grace Episcopal Church and pretend I was a bride in my wedding dress on my way through the gate to get married.  I didn’t pretend to be Episcopal, so only in a daydream was it possible to be married in a stone church with wrought iron  and richly dark stained glass right out of a novel about knights and fair ladies.  As a Catholic I had no interest in the religion practiced at Grace, just their architecture.  At night in the winter on the way home, I’d lean back and gaze above at the steeple, way up to the top where the little twinkling stars were just waking up in the night sky.  What a delirious feeling to see all that black up there.  Jack later told me the entire universe was up there and it went on forever.  I didn’t know what was out there when I was a girl.  I just knew staring at it took my breath away.
I passed the Kresge's on the ground floor of the National Bank  building on the corner of Elizabeth and Genesee Streets.  Past Woolworth's I walked and my heart turned cold when I remembered the man who bothered me on the job as I stood behind the fabrics counter upstairs in the back of the building.  He was the store’s floorwalker and he gave me the creeps.  He never said anything to me, but was always hanging around,  I don’t know what he wanted.  I don’t know if he thought I was stealing something or he just wanted to be near me for some reason, but I didn’t like him.  There was a sick something about him.  I was pretty happy to walk right by the store and keep walking.
When I got to the H-I Factory in the morning, I always thought how lovely it appeared.  It was a dirty brick building to most people, but to me it was so solid compared to Woolworth's.  The workers and machines inside H-I turned out thousands of fishing poles every month.  We served the needs of all those men who went down to the streams in the early evening and brought back supper to their waiting wives.  Maybe someday Jimmy would take up fishing after we were married and I’d learn to cook fish.