Relationships

An Instant Connection

Vicki Price
Pollinate Magazine
Published in
3 min readDec 28, 2021

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Photo by Jasmin Chew on Unsplash

Maggie May and I were bored and our children were bored. Maggie, “Come on, I’ll take you to Bonnie’s house. She has a couple of boys that can play with our boys. You’ll like her.” So we loaded the kids into the car and drove out Elon road.

Elon Road runs across the top of a long ridge of hills. To the north, the hills drop off to the Mississippi River. To the south, it drops off to the Yellow River. You can see Bonnie’s house from the ridge, way down at the bottom of the valley sitting at the end of a dirt road running through a cornfield. We find our way to the house. Bonnie comes out to greet us. Maggie introduces us and we go inside.

The home is an old log cabin sided over years ago with clapboard. An outhouse out back, but there is water to a kitchen sink and a tub upstairs. Wood heat and deep window sills. Bonnie has filled baby food jars with water she has transformed with food coloring. She has stacked the jars in the window sills. A poor man's stained glass, a log cabin cathedral. There are jade trees and Christmas cactus’ everywhere. Gods and Goddess peak out from the corners. They made the trip from Vietnam to Iowa, carried home with a soldier.

We sit at an old round oak table and sip tea, the first tea I have ever had. We relax and get to know one another while our children play in the treehouse outside. We watch chickens chasing bugs in the yard. There is the hum of bees busy in the lilac bush. Bonnie plays a Leonard Cohen album. My first listen to Leonard. We talk for hours. Time flying by and standing still.

As we go to leave I put on a pair of shoes abandoned beside the front door, brown clogs.

“I have a pair of shoes just like that,” says Bonnie, “I got them on sale at the H & H Shoe Store in Waukon.” “Wow, that’s where I got mine,” I reply.

When I get home I step inside and kick the shoes off. They land next to the exact same pair of shoes lying on my living-room floor. I have to call Bonnie to try to explain that I have stolen her shoes. To reassure her I will return them tomorrow. I make the second of many years worth of trips to Bon-Bon’s house.

We have grown old together. Both Grandmothers. Both retired. Both are old with an attitude. We still talk on the phone for hours. As comfortable in conversation as we were that first day. So many memories of the life we have shared as friends. A connection instantly made on that spring day I stole her shoes. A connection that has lasted a lifetime.

© Vicki Price 2021

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Vicki Price
Pollinate Magazine

I am a full time guitar playing song writer. Working with my husband Joe we have spent our lives traveling across the nation playing our brand of country blues.