Yellowjackets and Tigers
As the boy sat looking out the upstairs window overlooking East Washington Street, it reminded him of sitting in the same window in Sopchoppy overlooking Rose Street from the abandoned house next door. This new town to which his family had moved, the second move of his young life, was huge compared to Sopchoppy. The traffic never ceased as it made its way from four highways all ending with a circling around the Jeffersonian Courthouse. The town even had a candy store and Priest Dime Store, a far cry from the two grocery stores of Sopchoppy. While he missed the river across the street, there were many new neighborhoods to explore. He had his own bike since wearing out his sisters and his summer days were spent riding uptown to that candy store with the many glass jars full of treats and going up and down the oak lined avenues with the historical register homes. His mother had enrolled him in his first painting class and he eagerly rode the bike down the hill over to Mrs Groves carrying his paint and canvas under one arm. His mother recognized early his penchant for drawing from the many sermons he illustrated on his fathers church bulletins. It was the best of times for the young artist as he had no care for what others thought, no care for proficiency, just a joy of painting for painting sake. To him the works were masterful. It was only years later he was disappointed when he visited his Aunt and Uncle in Atlanta to find his painting of the mountain lion hidden behind the couch. He did not understand. Paintings of such quality were to be valued, hung in prominence.
But that was years later. For now, it was good thinking these gifts were valued. The boy though young had in his heart a desire for companionship well beyond his third grade. He fully intended to marry Helen Roussey from Panacea and even envisioned sitting on her couch with her sisters and father.
This was all dashed when Miss Townsend, his teacher, whom he also loved, announced to the class he was moving to Monticello. John Lloyd, his best friend who shared a desk with him, immediately let out a loud and long cry. The boy was crushed as well. Who would Helen now marry?
This new school he now attended had three third grades. He couldn't fathom so many people his own age. It was in Mrs Floyd's class the boy gave his secret love away. She looked much like Helen with the dark hair, but to him, her long black curled hair made her all the more beautiful. How could the shy boy tell her of his love? On the playground at PE the cruel coach had all play ring around the Rosie and the last to fall down would have to tell his girl or boyfriends name. This terrified him. He was loathe to reveal this secret love.
He made certain he did not fall last.
The boy found in this new town that girls took notice of athletic prowess. The day Coach Cooksey announced a third grade race to determine the fastest runner in all three grades, he had no great expectations. He knew Jimmy Haines was the fastest. He was first in first and second grade races.
The day came and the whistle blew. A mass of legs moved rapidly down the hill, the boy running behind Jimmy. At the turn around, the boy and Jimmy were tied. Half way back up the hill, Jimmy faded and the Yellowjacket overtook and beat the Tiger.
This shy boy was now the fastest boy of all. This gave the Cub Scout new confidence. Perhaps Deborah Daniels would now take notice. He could start planning their marriage. It took awhile, as confidence in youth takes much building, but he finally drew enough courage to compose the love note, that I love you, do you love me? Check yes, no, maybe. He knew not how to deliver this message and the day came when he lost all sense of secrecy and simply tried to pass the note three rows over and two up to her. It was somewhere on row two that Mrs Floyd saw what was going on and abruptly intercepted the note. To the boys terror he just knew he would have to read aloud the note. But to his everlasting relief, Mrs Floyd simply threw it in the trash.
The boy never mustered the courage again and soon it was announced that he was moving to Wilmore, Kentucky. No JL to cry, no Deborah to marry, she would never know of his love.
And so he moved and so there in Mrs Turners fourth grade beneath the desk in one of her many Cold War bomb drills, he passed the note to April Wells. And the next day came her reply as he walked her to Girl Scouts, Yes! yes!yes! With hearts and kisses across the page.
He dreamed of many children.
But then it too was announced, this boy was moving to Williston.
