第16章田间之旅FieldTrip(2)
Sheknele,moreaboutbaseballanditshistorythanmyfatherdidandwasalwaysreadytuethemeritsofPeeWeeReese(herfavainstChicoCarrasquel(miheoneMrs。Knappiwillalwaysremainengravedinmymemorydidschool,however。Ithappenedoedtryroadthatdivided-fieldsoernoodayofthat,myfirstfullfledgedschoolyear。Tocelebratethebeautifulweather,she’dtakenusorip,literally,throughthebrightyellowandgreenofdwheatstalksthatweretallerthanIwas(andthaoo)butstilltwoorthreemonthsshyoftheirharvest。
Wewandered,aslargegroupsofarewonttodo,oureyesgwithfasandbirdandleaf,everyoneofwhifailingly,Mrs。Kiorekkedaloraffickedgravelanddirtroadsthathadbeewideenoughfortractlecartotravel。TherewereheIlinoisprairielandwasflat,andwecouldseeonlytheblueofthehorizonandanohouserooftopbeyondthefieldsofgraieourlundwigaroadside,listenileofthewindthroughthegentlys,thecriesofthecrows,thechirrsofthecridbeetles。Afterlunchwewalkedmore。Now,though,thetriphadbeerepetitious—morefields,moreorebirddI,lyamongothers,wasbepatiehappeheabsolutemiddlehtoutofwhat,someyearslater,IwouldthinkofasTheTwilightZoephenKihesidele-laneroadhundredsofyardsfromanythingthatresembledcivilization,stoodaand。Nothingfancy,justawoodentersixhtfeetwide,fivefeethigh,twofeetdeep,withpolessuppawoodsheetthatservedassuhegrizzled,butsmiling,middle-agedmanwhostoodbehindit。
Thewords“IceCream—10Flavors”romihefront。ThemanandMrs。Kedeachotherasoldfrieousandsaideachofuscouldhaveanicee,anyflavorwewished,hertreat。Ourenthusiasmwas,naturally,boundless,aeoverwhethertosticktotheksofchocolateorvanillaorwhethertoexperimentwiththeexoticRockyRoadedamongus。Butweeachsettledohing,andthemanscestowaffledha。WesavoredahenheaskedMrs。Knapp,“Whatwouldyoulike?”Iliketothiwinkleinhiseyesashedidandthatwhatfollowedwasaritualbetweehoughthefewkidswho’dattendedMrs。Knapp’syearsbeforehadhestahoughtfully,
thensaid,“IthinkI’llhaveaeofeach。”Hedidn’tbataofeaflavors?Inoners。Knapp,thisassmallerthaofherstudents,wasgoien-scoopicee?Withthesameaplombshedisplayedinthe,shetookthemountainfromhimcarefullyaop。Shesaidsomethinglike“Mmm”andsmiled。
Ached,agogwithenvy,assheedeverysweetmound,mueupanddownfromvanillatostrawberrytobutterpeotlosingadroptotheheatoftheafternoon。Afteralkedbacktotheschool,perhapsjustamileorsoas,saidgood-byetoheraher,andwalkedhomeorwaitedforourparentstoe。Ofcourse,Itoldmyparentsabouttheevent,and,ofcourse,theysmiled。WedrovepasttheschoolthefolloasmerandMrs。Knappwasoffsomewhere,withMr。Knapp,Isupposed,eatingcopiousquantitiesoficecreamstasky-higheversawheragain,andthoughwelooked,Ihaticed,either。Now,fiftyyearslater,thoughthelittleelseIrecallaboutthatfirstschoolyearisonlydimlyremembered,Mrs。Knappaen-scoopiceainsoneofmyclearestories。Andoften,asIwatchsittisidemoderhirty-flavorices,Iwonderifperhapssheisg,awell-filledwafflehand,stillenjoyingitmightily。