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Days of Our Years
by
Harry Buschman
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Part 1 - This Morning
Barney Trammel couldn't believe his luck! His roommate sold him his almost
new tandem bicycle. Barney and Sheila Troxel planned to be married in a month
and every penny counted.
If it had not been for the impending
marriage, Barney would have preferred a new car, or at the very least a
respectable used one like the 1958 silver Oldsmobile Roadster with the
hydramatic transmission he saw only yesterday over at Lemmon's lot. It was $475,
a good buy, but it was out of the question at the moment -- he had
responsibilities now, the wedding was only a month away and the engagement ring
was still unpaid for. Then there was the furniture to buy and the apartment had
to be painted.
In spite of his financial problems, Barney
was so deeply in love with Sheila he would wake up in a cold sweat two or three
times a night thinking of her. At work he would find himself staring into
space and talking to her in his father's haberdashery.
His father would ask him, "Are you all
right Barney?"
Barney would sigh and smile vaguely into
the distance and his father would shake his head in sympathy mixed with a touch
of envy. He too could remember a time, not too many years ago, when he was
single -- he would often catch himself dreaming of the present Mrs. Trammel.
"How quickly it passed," he would mutter quietly to himself -- quietly enough so
Mrs. Trammel could not hear. Then, in a louder voice, so that all three of them
could hear, he would comment, "It will be a blessing to both of us when you're
married, Barney."
It would be pushing it to say with any
degree of confidence that Sheila felt as strongly about Barney as he did about
her. Very few women reveal their emotions as openly as men do. Like a dog, a man
will lick its master's hand whether its master is kind to it or not, while a
woman, like a cat, will often give short shrift to hers regardless of his
kindnesses. Sheila was acutely aware of her effect on Barney, and she parceled
out her charms as though they were made of gold. The technique increased
Barney's desire to an alarming degree; he was frequently tongue-tied and clumsy
in her presence.
Ever the romantic, Barney had fallen in
love unconditionally and as sloppily and clumsily as a puppy in a pet shop
window. After a date or two Sheila moved his marital classification from
'possible' to 'likely,' (one step below 'probable').
Sheila was an out of town girl, a career
girl -- a shorthand stenographer on the staff of the State Senator from McCibben
County. When she first arrived she planned to move in with two other women on
his staff, then she noticed the abundance of eligible young men in town. Quite
by accident she met Barney at his father's haberdashery and checked him off as a
possible -- but far from a probable, all the while keeping him at arm's length
-- a practice she learned from her mother. Sharing a lease with the ladies on
the Senator's office staff was put on the back burner and instead she chose the
respectable boarding house for ladies run by the rock-ribbed Imogene Landlock.
The house was highly recommended by the Senator and Parson Peavey, the Minister
of the Presbyterian Church.
Barney called at Mrs. Landlock's boarding
house for young ladies every Sunday. The parlor was available for entertaining
male visitors during the weekend daylight hours. However, Mrs. Landlock would
burst in unannounced at unspecified intervals to see that things were not
getting out of hand. The boarding house had an impeccable reputation for
safeguarding the chastity and virtue of the young ladies who boarded there, and
their comings and goings, (as well as their doings) were under constant watch.
Mrs. Landlock issued no house keys to her lady boarders .... she would sniff
loudly and shake a warning finger .... "Keys can be copied you know." The girls
had to be in at a decent hour, an hour decent enough that Mrs. Landlock herself
would be awake to answer the door. Ten pm was the hour she deemed proper.
If a young lady, for reasons of career or a late movie, found herself standing
at the wrought iron gate past that hour, she would be reprimanded in no
uncertain terms by Mrs. Landlock, (who would appear in a gray lace wrapper with
her hair in a net) .... "Proper young ladies do not wander the streets in the
middle of the night." The girl's parents, (who chose Mrs. Landlock's boarding
house for young ladies for this reason) would be notified of their daughter's
late arrival.
Sitting in the parlor with Sheila on Sunday
afternoons in the company of two or three other couples was torture for Barney.
There were no sofas. She would sit in one anti-macassar covered easy chair and
he would sit in another. From this remote and almost clinical distance he would
stare at her lovingly and try to make conversation. If it was quiet too long,
Mrs. Landlock would launch herself into the room saying, "Oh! Sorry to interrupt
-- I thought you folks had left."
The bicycle built for two would give them the freedom to pedal to Cherry Hill
park for the afternoon and even into the early evening if things worked out the
way Barney planned. In the park, they could hold hands, walk by the lake and
even indulge in a little controlled petting on the woolen blanket he had folded
neatly and crammed into the bicycle's pannier.
Sheila would have preferred a movie and an
early dinner at Finnegan's Cafe. There, she could have worn her new gray tweed
suit and even smoked a cigarette in the ebony and gold cigarette holder that
took her fancy at the novelty shop near her place of employment. A bicycle meant
slacks and a sweater, and for nourishment, a frankfurter with a coke at the hot
dog stand. In addition, she would have to keep Barney under control all
afternoon while sitting on a musty blanket spread out over the pigeon droppings
in Cherry Hill Park.
Barney was well aware that Sheila would not
be enthusiastic about sharing Sunday afternoon on a tandem bicycle. It is not a
ladylike means of locomotion, therefore he was thoughtful to find a lambswool
seat cover to protect that part of her anatomy that had been giving him so many
sleepless nights of late. He would ride the rear seat, and do the lion's share
of pedaling. This would give Sheila the choice of the route through the park and
give her an unobstructed view of the scenery.
He showed up at Mrs. Landlock's boarding
house early looking very respectable in his Bermuda shorts showing his legs only
from his knobby knees down, and his bright green sport shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to the bulge of his biceps. He also wore a smart safari hat with
colorful fishing flies embedded in the crown. Mrs. Landlock answered the door
and looked him over critically -- she could find nothing disgraceful in his
appearance, ludicrous perhaps; which, on the face of it might be something she
should write to Sheila's parents about. Furthermore, the tandem bicycle had
beaver tails on the handlebars. She made a mental note to include that bit of
information in the letter as well.
"Bicycle riding on a Sunday! Really Mr.
Trammel, you can't expect a lady of breeding to pedal around town on a bicycle
.... particularly on a Sunday afternoon!"
"But it's healthful, Mrs. Landlock. There
are hundreds of folks pedaling through the park. Wholesome families out for the
afternoon -- far better than sitting in a stuffy parlor .... no offense ma'am."
"Well! she retorted, "you'd never catch me
on one of those things, and I dare say when Miss Troxel's parents hear of it,
they will not be pleased!"
Sheila appeared in the doorway behind her
dressed in white linen slacks and a pink sweater. She wore a broad brimmed straw
hat tied securely under her chin.
"We shan't be long, Mrs. Landlock. I think
perhaps the fresh air will be good for me." She looked sternly at Barney. "I'll
be back long before dinner, I promise." She smiled grimly, "I'll probably be
famished."
"It will be mutton, my dear."
"I certainly wouldn't want to miss that,
Mrs. Landlock."
Mrs. Landlock stood with her meaty arms
folded across her chest as the two mounted up and pushed off. They gathered
enough speed to lift their feet and grope awkwardly for the pedals --
then, after a quick fleeting wave of her hand, Sheila grasped the handle bars in
a grip of iron and the tandem picked up speed.
"Comfortable?" Barney asked.
"Not entirely."
Barney was not at the helm, his only
assignment was to pump steadily and offer advice, therefore his attention was
riveted on Sheila's backside. Her sweater had ridden up an inch or two leaving a
band of creamy yet well toned flesh almost at the end of his nose. The curve of
her lumbar vertebrae oscillated gently before him, and there was a delectable
quarter inch of blue silk underpants visible just above the belt line of her
slacks. He was extremely uncomfortable.
"I'm not sure this was a good idea,
Sheila."
"It was your idea. You wanted an afternoon
in the park, I didn't -- I wanted to see the new Paul Newman movie. What's the
matter with you anyway?"
"Would you mind if I rode up front, Sheila?
I'll put the cushion on the back seat." They stopped on the bicycle path just
inside the park entrance and Barney made the exchange, Sheila all the while
shaking her head and tapping her foot impatiently as he moved the cushion from
the front seat to the back.
It wasn't until they mounted up again and
got underway that Sheila realized what bothered Barney. It hadn't occurred to
her before, but she realized she gained another powerful weapon in her arsenal.
The simplicity of men! She watched with calm appraisal the inch or two of his
muscular back as he pumped the pedals in front of her -- it was hairy, like the
back of an animal. Yes -- Barney was far from perfect, but she was sure she
could make a decent husband out of him. Her mother had told her long ago --
"...no man is a natural born husband dear, they've got to be made."
They spent the afternoon wisely. Sheila
kept Barney's attention riveted on the wedding and her plans for a modest
reception, his frequent suggestions that they investigate the nature trails in
the woods were countered with prudence and promises. "You'll be so glad we
waited, Barney. I will be all the woman you can handle -- but it will be so much
sweeter .... etcetera .... etcetera."
Part 2
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