Once upon a time, my Dad told me a story on the way home
from work.
I have the good fortune of being able to carpool with my dad
to work. This is fortunate for me, because it means I don’t have to spend much
of my hard-earned cash for gas, and it gives me time to read books instead of
paying attention to traffic for an hour and a half every day. Plus, it gives me
the opportunity for quality conversation with Dad when I feel so inclined,
although most of our trips are relatively silent.
Today, however, he began telling me about his day at work,
and after awhile, asked “Have I ever told you about picking sunflowers?”
“No,” I said, so he told me.
“Well, it was when I was about six or eight. My dad was a
member of the Jaycees, which means Junior Chamber of Commerce, which was a
group of young men, under thirty-five, and they worked for the improvement of
the community. They put up the shelter in the park. I remember a bunch of them
put on their hats and tool belts and got together and built it. I thought it
was a church group or something to do with church, because they always met
there, but I was little.
“Sometimes they would do projects to put some money in their
coffers to fund these things that they did. One time a farmer called them and
said he had this cornfield that he wanted to combine, but it was full of
sunflowers, and he couldn’t combine it with all those sunflowers in it, because
they would contaminate the corn and he wouldn’t get a good price at the
elevator. So Dad and the other men went out to walk that cornfield. [Cousin
about the same age] was visiting at the time, so he and I got to come along.
“The sunflowers were all different sizes. Some were big and
some were little, and they were cutting them out with corn hooks, because that
was the way you did it. Dad could reach
six rows, with me and my cousin on either side, because you could reach more
rows than you could see, and you could do more rows at once as long as you
noticed all the sunflowers. So he had us on either side of him and he could do
six or eight rows that way instead of just three.
“Well we started out, and then all of a sudden I noticed
that everyone else was getting way ahead of me. I was pulling up all kinds of
little sunflowers, and they were missing them. My cousin was keeping right up,
and I was getting further and further behind. I was quite worked up about it,
because I was doing it right and they were all doing it wrong.
“I called out to them that they were missing all these
sunflowers, and my dad came back and explained to me that we didn’t need to
worry about the little sunflowers. They wouldn’t get big enough by harvest-time
to cause any problems. What we needed to worry about was the big ones with the
heads on that had seeds, and the ones that would form heads by the time the
combine came through. ‘The ones about as big as you,’ he said.
“Well I hadn’t known that. I had got so caught up in picking
all the sunflowers, and hadn’t thought about which
ones were going to cause problems and which weren’t. I was like that when I was
little. I tended to get caught up in the details.
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