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Growing Up in the Midwest


 

My Dad Was One of the Best

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My father had a real sharp eye for the unusual. He could be cultivating on a tractor and spot a small arrowhead between the cornrows that some Native American had lost while hunting years and years ago. He would walk across the lawn and suddenly stop to reach down and pick a four-leaf clover that he always saved for my mom. He could see a morel mushroom while others saw only grass and dead leaves. I asked him how he did those things and he said something profound, “Look for something that isn’t like everything else. Look for what shouldn’t be there.” I would learn later that with a little adaptation that insight would help my fictional writing. The key to writing is the ability and willingness to see what isn’t or shouldn’t be there.

Dad was a hardcore romantic. He loved to sing to my mother. One song always caught my attention–“Can I Canoe You Down the River?” Here are full lyrics.

“Can I canoe you up the river

Can I canoe you up the stream

Can I canoe you up the river

Like I did in last night’s dream

 

We’ll drift a moment in the moonlight

I’ll fish for little things to say

And with the help of Mr. Moonlight

Maybe you’ll see things my way

 

I tried to tell you how I care

But never made the grade

Now things might change if I could have

A setting for my serenade

 

So, can I canoe you up the river

I’ll be as nice as I can be

And hope that while we’re up the river

You’ll go overboard for me”

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