Forest Valley One Room School   1 comment

Forest Valley school near Hildreth, Nebraska was a one room school house where my Momma and her siblings attended through the 8th grade.  This digital art piece depicts what it may have been like during the long winters in the 1900’s.

Forest Valley School - Winter Time in Nebraska by Terri J. Kallio

Forest Valley School – Winter Time in Nebraska
by
Terri J. Kallio

Posted October 20, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

Linderhof Castle Church – Bavaria   Leave a comment

Linderhof Church at Night By Terri J. Kallio

Linderhof Church at Night
By
Terri J. Kallio

 

Back in 1997 my husband, my folks and I visited King Ludwig’s Linderhof Castle in Bavaria. It wasn’t your typical huge castle but, was where he actually lived when he was there. It was spectacular nonetheless. Tucked back up in the hills was a small chapel. It was a little bit of a hike to get to but, not bad. Going through my pictures I tried to imagine how it may have been in days past – this is how I picture it may have been.

Posted September 24, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

“A Father, A Son and a Couple of Nickels”   1 comment

A Father, A Son and a Couple of Nickels by Terri J. Kallio

A Father, A Son and a Couple of Nickels
by
Terri J. Kallio

 

“A Father, A Son and a Couple of Nickels”
by Terri J. Kallio

Years ago, Darrell had gone to meet a friend for a beer at a local pub. His friend’s son had been killed in a car accident the night of graduation and in spite of the months that had passed the pain in his heart was like a wound that would not heal. A stranger who was sitting close enough to hear the conversation suddenly walked over to their table and ask if he could sit with them as he had a story to share. I think both men were surprised by him just sitting down uninvited.

He began to tell a story about his son and how when he was little they loved to fish and camp. Even through his teenage years they had remained very close. He told of how they had been filling out applications for college and soon his son would leave and be on his own. He told of how excited he was for the new adventure he would be taking, but, how difficult it was to let go. Then, on the last day of school how he kept hollering up the stairs for his son to hurry and get ready. When he didn’t seem to be making any effort to get up, how he had stormed up the stairs all the while yelling – “Come on son, you can’t miss the last day of school!” But, when he flung open the door he realized that something was dreadfully wrong. His son lay there in his bed, sweat running down his brow, unable to move and barely able to make a sound above a whisper. He didn’t know what to do, he grabbed for the phone to call 911, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. Although it appeared his wife was running up the stairs it seemed like she would never arrive. The paramedics came and whisked him up quickly, and rushed him to the hospital. He started to follow them down the stairs when something told him to go back and get his lucky nickel. Now this was no ordinary nickle. It had saved his life by deflecting a bullet while he served in Vietnam. It was a story his son had asked to be told many times.
The stranger stopped for a moment and took a few deep breaths and a long swig of his beer. Darrell and his friend were listening so intently that they had not realized that their own beers had gotten warm. They ordered another round and the stranger, who seemed quiet exhausted now, began again.
Once he and his wife arrived at the hospital an attendant quickly brought them to their sons room. It felt as though they were doing nothing to help their son, and yet, there were doctors, nurses and technicians running in and out of the room. “Oh my God, please help my son!” He told of how he stood on one side of the bed holding his hand and his wife
on the other with fearful tears streaming down her cheeks. The news from the doctor would not be good. He said he felt as if he were in a dream when the doctor said his son had a brain aneurysm and his only chance would be surgery. Even then there would be only a 10% chance
he would survive.
“How can this be?”
“Today is his last day of school, he is going to college this fall – how can this be?”
“ This is my baby, my only son, how can this be?”
Swallowing hard now to hold back his tears; he told of how his son pulled him down closer to him so that he could whisper in his ear:
“Dad, did you bring your lucky nickel?”
He said he couldn’t believe his sons question and really, what had made him go back for it just a short while before.
“Yes, son, I have it in my pocket.”
“Dad, you must give them permission to do the surgery, it’s my only chance.”
A few more tears ran down the strangers face as he looked at them and said: “How do you choose the fate of your own child when the odds are 10 in a 100 that he’ll survive?” He paused for a long time before he was able to continue and then he said;
“I did the only thing I could do – I turned it over to God.”
He then told them of how he and his wife only had a brief time with their son before he was wheeled off for surgery. He said he took his lucky nickel out of his pocket and placed it in his sons hand, but, that his son refused to take it and told him to hold on to it for him for luck. Then he said the oddest thing:
“Dad, if I don’t make it I’ll send you a sign from heaven that I’m ok.”
“The funeral for my son was sad”, he said.
“The church was filled to capacity with his family and friends.”
“But, I just could not understand why God would take my beautiful
son?”
He said that when all the people had left for home that night he went into his sons room. He had not been able to bring himself to go in since the day he was taken to the hospital. He told of how the pain in his heart had brought him to his knees and how he cried out: “God why? Why?” While there on his knees, suddenly a sense of peace seemed to wash his soul and that’s when he felt it. Something was beginning to dig into his right knee. As he reached down to find what it was he discovered it was a nickel. At first he said he didn’t really think about it, but, as he pushed himself up from the bed – huh, another nickel? Without thinking he picked it up and put it in his pocket, but, as he turned out the light and walked into the hall something shiny caught his eye. Yes, he said, another nickel. He said, as his sons last words came back to him, that he looked up towards heaven and said: “Thank you son for letting me know you’re ok.”
Darrell and his friend just sat there in amazement at the strangers story. He said that every so often he will be talking with someone reminiscing about a special memory involving his son and by golly if a couple nickels won’t show up that day. He told that once when he and his wife were on vacation in Italy, they were taking a break sitting on a park
bench. He said his wife commented that she had always hoped that the three of them could take this trip together. He told then that for some reason they both looked down at the same time and wouldn’t you know it, sitting on the ground were 3 nickels, in Italy no less. Darrell and his friend sat in silence. Then just as suddenly as the man had joined them, he stood up, put his hand on Darrell’s friends shoulder and said: “You know, my friend, they are never really that far from you when they remain in your heart.” With that he was gone, almost as if he had never been there. They both turned around to see where he had gone but, he was no where to be seen.
The guys finished up their beers and went out to their vehicles. A strange thing happened when Darrell opened the door to the truck, you may have guessed. Laying on the seat were two nickels. Darrell said it gave him the chills.
I will never forget Darrell telling me this story. It was as if he were mesmerized by it and you could have heard a pin drop in our home as I listened. I’ve thought of that story many times over the last 3 months since
Darrell died.
I hope you will forgive my terrible punctuation as I told this story. And I hope I’ve told it as well as it was told to me.
So, next time you come across a couple nickels in an unexpected place, I hope you’ll remember this story and know that every thing’s ok. I know I will.
Originally published February 27, 2010 from my blog – The Next Chapter – Page 2010

 

Posted September 19, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in General, Uncategorized

Ring, ring – is this heaven? May I speak to my Momma please…..   1 comment

The last few weeks my thoughts have been about my Mom. Wishing she were here to give me her advise and wanting to just call her up on the phone like I always did. I often think about her determination and how when she set her mind to do something she always seemed to accomplish her goal. One story sticks in my mind that she told when I couldn’t see a way to do what I wanted. Her father was old school German and grew up in Germany where when you completed the 8th grade you were done with school. When my Mom completed the 8th grade she wanted to go on to high school and so the battle began. Grandpa couldn’t see the need for her to continue and she was needed at home to help take care of her little sisters and the endless chores on a farm. The high school was in Wilcox and not in walking distance. There was a bus but, you had to pay a fee to ride it and Grandpa refused partly because he couldn’t see the point and money was not available for it. She begged and pleaded with her Mother to try to convince her Father to let her go. Grandma’s response was that if she wanted it badly enough she would find a way to go and not let “no” get in her way.

When school started that fall she had not yet found a way for her to get to school and that’s when circumstances changed. She happened to meet the mailman out in front of their house one day and he asked her why she was not in school. She told him that she wanted to go but, had no way to get there. So he made a deal with her she was to meet him early in the morning when he was on his way into town to start work and she could ride with him and he would bring her home in the evening. It was an exciting day for her she had found a way. It was all good until one morning when she went out to meet him and he told her he could no longer give her a ride. Someone had reported him for taking her in the mail truck so she was left standing on the road devastated and heartbroken.

I think back on my own school years and how I dreaded going. I had all the opportunity in the world and really didn’t appreciate it, whereas, my Mom had to fight to go and loved every minute of it.

Not being able to ride with the mailman did not end her high school years. She later took a job with one of the school teachers who lived in town and rented rooms in her house. My Mom went to live with her and in exchange she helped with preparing meals and washed dishes. She would tell me how she would run home at lunchtime so she could wash the morning dishes and pots so they would be clean in time for the supper meal. Friday evenings she would ride the train from Wilcox to Hildreth where she would spend the night at the Ministers home and babysit their children. Saturday was spent all day attending Confirmation classes at St. Peters Lutheran Church. After class she would walk up the road to the Evers farm with George, who years later would become her husband. I asked if she had a crush on my Dad back then and she said – “heavens no!” He walked on one side of the road and she on the other. That still makes me giggle knowing how in love they were until the day she died.

Saturday was when everyone from the surrounding farms would go to town. That’s when they would bring their eggs and other items in to sell at the coop and buy supplies. It was also a time for people to socialize with their neighbors and have a little fun. Mom’s parents would pick her up and she would spend Sunday with her folks and after church she would ride the train back to Wilcox to start the week over again.

I wonder sometimes if I had been in her situation if I would have been as persistent in “finding a way” to not accept the “no”. I know I took my own education opportunities for granted – something at the age of 62 I regret. I gave up a lot of dreams I had because of it as well. At the same time I think even the poor choices we make when we are young set us on the journey we are suppose to take. I must say so far my journey, although not always easy, has been a good one and filled with blessings.

Well, if you managed to read this to the end – thank you for indulging me as I remember Momma. She was really something!

Ring, ring – is this heaven? May I speak to my Momma………

Lucille Evers Graduation 1939

Lucille Evers
Graduation 1939

Posted September 8, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

Reflection   1 comment

“Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world”

 

 “Reflections” has been awarded and appears in the Kaleidos Top Selection flipbook – Take a look there are some wonderful photo’s to look throughhttps://flipboard.com/section/kaleidos-top-selection-bm0qs5

Reflection by Terri J. Kallio

Reflection
by
Terri J. Kallio

Posted August 25, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

Twilight Bay   Leave a comment

Have you ever wondered where the moon hides during the day?  There is a secret place – known only to a few called Twilight Bay. Every evening as the sun begins to sink into the west something spectacular happens.   The woman of the Eastern Star arrives in her sail boat. She stretches out her arms and summons the moon from the bay.   Slowly it rises from where it has been resting during the day.   With magical words, that only she knows, it once more rises from Twilight Bay and takes its place among the stars to light the night sky…….

 

"Twilight Bay" by Terri J. Kallio

“Twilight Bay”
by
Terri J. Kallio

Posted August 17, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

Captivated   Leave a comment

"Captivated" by Terri J. Kallio

“Captivated”
by
Terri J. Kallio

Posted August 11, 2014 by Terri Kallio/Site Coordinator in Uncategorized

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