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All my life,
I've had this recurring dream that causes me to wake up
feeling strange. In it, I am a little girl again,
rushing about, trying to get ready for
"Hurry, Gin, you'll be late for school,"
my mother calls to me. I am hurrying, Mom! Where's my
lunch? What did I do with my books?"
I know where the dream comes from and what it means. It
is God's way of reminding me of some unfinished business
in my life.
I loved everything about school, even
though the school I attended in Springfield, Ohio, in
the 1920s was very strict. I loved books, teachers, even
tests and homework. Most of all I longed to someday
march down the aisle to the strains of "Pomp and
Circumstance." To me, that song was even more beautiful
than "Here Comes the Bride."
But there were
The Great Depression hit the hardest at
large, poor families like ours. With seven children, Mom
and Dad had no money for things like fine school
clothes. Every morning, I cut out strips of cardboard to
stuff inside my shoes to cover the holes in the soles.
There was no money for musical instruments or sports
uniforms or after-school treats. We sang to ourselves,
played jacks or duck-on-the-rock, and munched on onions
as we did homework.
These hardships I accepted.
As long as I could go to school, I didn't mind too much
how I looked or what I lacked.
What happened next
was harder to accept. My brother Paul died of an
infection after he accidentally stabbed himself in the
eye with a fork. Then my father contracted tuberculosis
and died. My sister, Margaret, caught the same disease,
and soon she was gone, too.
The shock of these
losses gave me an ulcer, and I fell behind in my
schoolwork. Meanwhile, my widowed mother tried to keep
going on the five dollars a week she made cleaning
houses. Her face became a mask of despair.
day I said to her, "Mom, I'm going to quit school and
get a job to help out."
The look in her eyes was
a mixture of grief and relief.
At fifteen, I
dropped out of my beloved school and went to work in a
bakery. My hope of walking down the aisle to "Pomp and
Circumstance" was dead, or so I thought.
I married Ed, a machinist, and we began our family. Then
Ed decided to become a preacher, so we moved to
Cincinnati where he could attend the Cincinnati Bible
Seminary. With the coming of children went the dream of
Even so, I was determined
that my children would have the education I had missed.
I made sure the house was filled with books and
magazines. I helped them with their homework and urged
them to study hard. It paid off. All our six children
eventually got some college training, and one of them is
a college professor.
But Linda, our last child,
had health problems. Juvenile arthritis in her hands and
knees made it impossible for her to function in the
typical classroom. Furthermore, the medications gave her
cramps, stomach trouble and migraine
Teachers and principals were not
always sympathetic. I lived in dread of the phone calls
from school. "Mom, I'm coming home."
was nineteen, and still she did not have her high school
diploma. She was repeating my own experience.
prayed about this problem, and when we moved to Sturgis,
Michigan, in 1979, I began to see an answer. I drove to
the local high school to check it out. On the bulletin
board, I spotted an announcement about evening
That's the answer, I said to myself.
Linda always feels better in the evening, so I'll just
sign her up for night school.
Linda was busy
filling out enrollment forms when the registrar looked
at me with brown, persuasive eyes and said, "Mrs.
Schantz, why don't you come back to school?"
laughed in his face. "Me? Ha! I'm an old woman. I'm
But he persisted, and before I knew what
I had done, I was enrolled for classes in English and
crafts. "This is only an experiment," I warned him, but
he just smiled.
To my surprise, both Linda and I
thrived in evening school. I went back again the next
semester, and my grades steadily improved.
exciting, going to school again, but it was no game.
Sitting in a class full of kids was awkward, but most of
them were respectful and encouraging. During the day, I
still had loads of housework to do and grandchildren to
care for. Sometimes, I stayed up until two in the
morning, adding columns of numbers for bookkeeping
class. When the numbers didn't seem to work out, my eyes
would cloud with tears and I would berate myself. Why am
I so dumb?
But when I was down, Linda encouraged
me. "Mom, you can't quit now!" And when she was down, I
encouraged her. Together we would see this
At last, graduation was near, and the
registrar called me into his office. I entered,
trembling, afraid I had done something wrong.
smiled and motioned for me to have a seat. "Mrs.
Schantz," he began, You have done very well in
I blushed with relief.
matter of fact," he went on, "your classmates have voted
unanimously for you to be class orator."
He smiled again and handed me a piece
of paper. "And here is a little reward for all your hard
I looked at the paper. It was a college
scholarship for $3,000. "Thank you" was all I could
think to say, and I said it over and over.
night of graduation, I was terrified. Two hundred people
were sitting out there, and public speaking was a
brand-new experience for me. My mouth wrinkled as if I
had been eating persimmons. My heart skipped beats, and
I wanted to flee, but I couldn't! After all, my own
children were sitting in that audience. I couldn't be a
coward in front of them.
Then, when I heard the
first strains of "Pomp and Circumstance," my fears
dissolved in a flood of delight. I am graduating! And so
Somehow I got through the speech. I was
startled by the applause, the first I ever remember
receiving in my life.
Afterwards, roses arrived
from my brothers and sisters throughout the Midwest. My
husband gave me silk roses, "so they will not
The local media showed up with cameras and
recorders and lots of questions. There were tears and
hugs and congratulations. I was proud of Linda, and a
little afraid that I might have unintentionally stolen
some of the attention that she deserved for her victory,
but she seemed as proud as anyone of our dual
The class of '81 is history now, and
I've gone on for some college education.
sometimes, I sit down and put on the tape of my
graduation speech. I hear myself say to the audience,
"Don't ever underestimate your dreams in life. Anything
can happen if you believe. Not a childish, magical
belief. It means hard work, but never doubt that you can
do it, with God's help."
And then, I remember the
recurring dream-Hurry, Gin, you'll be late for
school-and my eyes cloud over when I think of my
Yes, Mom, I was late for school, but it
was all the sweeter for waiting. I only wish you and Dad
could have been there to see your daughter and
granddaughter in all their pomp and
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BABY AND FATHER
first-time Father was taking a turn at feeding the baby
some strained peas. Naturally, there were traces of the
food everywhere, especially on the infant.
wife comes in, looks at the infant, then at her husband
staring into space, then says, "What in the world are
He replied, "I'm waiting for the
first coat to dry, so I can put on another."
FRENCH APPLE PIE WITH
1/4 cup butter, softened
1 cup white sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
2 1/2 cups diced apple without peel
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons hot water
3 ounces cream cheese, softened
3 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175
degrees C). Grease a 9-inch pie pan.
Combine 1/4 cup butter, white sugar,
egg, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, soda, flour, nuts,
apples, 1 teaspoon vanilla, and hot water in the order
given. (Batter will be thick). Pour into pie pan.
Bake for 45 minutes at 350 degrees
F (175 degrees C).
Serve with cream cheese frosting. To
make frosting: mix cream cheese, 3 tablespoons butter,
1/2 teaspoon vanilla, and sifted confectioners' sugar.
Beat until smooth. Can serve hot or warm. Also, can
refrigerate and let cream cheese topping set up for a
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