The Reading Room
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
at 9p, the door remained open and the lights on.
Customers leaving the Bar and Grill across the
The Red Bandana
street, couples out for a walk, high school boys
Into 2013 the words of Robert Burns penned in
drifted in. Some ran the pool table, others visited
1788 linger in my thoughts. "Should old acquain-
Treasures From The Inbox
amongst themselves and a number of folks kept
tance be forgot and never brought to mind?
me company as I baked pies, cakes, and made
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang
If you get email, you get
donuts and brownies for the following day.
stuff. Sometimes it is spam,
Should old acquaintance be forgot... I remember
Early 1980's we were living near Norwood,
sometimes it is a true gem.
numerous faces, hear their voices, recall the words
Colorado. Children were in school and husband
Here is one of those gems
of those who shared their dreams to come, broken
at work all day leaving me with time and freedom
dreams, happiness and sorrows with me. One
to wander at my will. While sitting on a fallen log,
man would occasionally bring his guitar and sing
Pass The Biscuits, Please!
pond side in the silence of the cedar pinon woods,
his discouragement and frustrations. One thing
When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make break-
watching dragonflies arrayed in purple and green
they all had in common was a trust in making
fast food for dinner every now and then. And I
on their way to a ball somewhere, I daydreamed. I
me the guardian of many secrets. A number of
remember one night in particular when she had
dreamed a business of my own.
persons have moved on to heaven, some to points
made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On
Friends being a sounding board listened. It was
unknown and others reside in Norwood still. The
that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate
decided the town needed a Pizza Bakery. The
building is gone, just a vacant lot remains. I dis-
of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits
perfect building was available, a two story false
cover that old acquaintances are not forgot, and
in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if
front on main street. Money was loaned, husband
now and then when driving by where The Red
installed a kitchen to state code, tables and chairs
Bandana once stood, I can hear a cowbell ring.
Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile
came out of the attics of friends and friends of
Needing to escape the confines of home, husband
at my Mom and ask me how my day was at
friends, red bandana curtains were sewed and
and I jeeped down river into Utah's back country
school. I don't remember what I told him about
hung on long single panes, art work decorated
recently. Toward the end of our destination we
school, but I do remember watching him smear
walls. Acquaintances, caught up in the excitement,
broke trail in new snow. Crossing frozen steam,
butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He
dropped in bringing special delightful things: a
we drove on to old line cabins, silent beneath
ate every bite of that thing... never made a face,
cowbell from an old red barn to hang above the
cottonwoods, lofty sentinels. Returning, we made
nor uttered a word about it!
door (a customer alert of sorts), wind chimes
our usual stop at the petroglyph site, a visitation
When I got up from the table
made from silver cups used to separate cream in
to the ancients frozen in stone.
that evening, I remember
times long past, and a large framed pen and ink
hearing my Mom apologize
picture of a cowboy with a red bandana draped
On unbroken snow
to my dad for burning the
around his neck.
My frozen shadow --K
biscuits. And I'll never forget
Night before the opening of the Red Bandana
(Karen Schafer lives in and writes from Gateway)
what he said: "Honey, I love
Pizza Bakery, I worried out loud, "What if I
burned biscuits every now and then."
open the doors and no one comes?" Mother said,
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained." The cowbell
and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits
rang continually the following day. Pizzas were
burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
consumed, pots of coffee drank, and overflowing
Competition Now Open
"Your Momma put in a hard day at work today
bakery counters emptied. It was a grand day!
Delta County Libraries
and she's real tired. And besides, a little burned
During the next year a flurry of activity ensued,
and the Blue Sage Center
biscuit never hurt anyone!"
both day and night. After closing the restaurant
for the Arts are proud to
As I've grown older, I've thought about that
announce that registra-
many times. Life is full of imperfect things and
tion for the 2013 Write
imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly any-
On! Anthology Competi-
thing, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries,
tion is now open.
and even burn biscuits sometimes, just like every-
The Write On! Anthol-
one else. But what I've learned over the years is
ogy is an annual publi-
that accepting each other's faults, and choosing
cation of poems, stories
to celebrate each other's differences, is one of the
and essays written by
most important keys to creating a healthy, grow-
Delta County Residents,
ing, and lasting relationship.
and this year all the
Love Is A Miracle
entries will be profes-
Love is a miracle, sweet as can be,
sionally judged. The
That will always remain a complete mystery.
submission deadline for
For though it is something that's centuries old,
entries is 5p on Mon-
It cannot be purchased for silver or gold.
day, February 18, and
But instead must be given of one's own free will,
all submissions must
And received with no promises it must fulfill.
be made electronically
Once it's exchanged in this time-honoured way,
through the Blue Sage
There's nothing that love cannot manage to say.
No problems too great, no challenge too small,
org). Prose entries must
For love, like a miracle, conquers them all.
be 3,000 words or less
And leaves in their place such a feeling of peace,
and poetry must be 50
That joy, just like love, cannot help but increase!
lines or less. All entrants
- Author unknown
must be residents of
Delta County. Complete
"A kiss, and all was said..."
details can be found at
- Victor Hugo