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Once in a while we believe we’ve been through every life situation possible.
About that time something new pops up and like innocents
standing somewhat apart looking on while wondering, “What is going on?”
The recent power outage to bring some 60,000, more or less, homes in the area
to a total blackout surely brought some worms out of the woodwork. To see the
younger generation, some of them, so totally without device for coping with
having no electricity befuddled some of the older folks.
WBBZ, our radio station,
kept a program going with folks calling in to share their experiences. That was a
kind of needed cathartic program. THEY must have had a generator, Wal-mart didn't.
I was told Pyramid grocery store had one, which would only operate the cash
register. Certainly good enough for doing business.
There were miles of cars lined up to purchase gasoline at towns new by. Gasoline
seemed to be desperately needed as rumors flew that the power would be off for
days. My thoughts, like so many others, was how am I going to keep Rhonda
comfortable in the awful heat we’ve been having. This was the reason the husband
and daughter were in the melee, lined up for miles to try to get to a gas
pump. Finally they drove on to the Seven Clans Casino close to the
state line in order to fill our gas cans.
My son pumps water to the animals. He has sold the horses, cows, goats and such,
but still
has a larger generator which takes more gasoline. His job was to work along
with the other men who were desperately trying to find a way to kick
start the very large generator out there to provide power for the whole
area. There was no time to run for gasoline to power his own home. At
the time the men didn’t know they would be working 32 hours straight
through.
My chore was to keep the children calm and mellow. Our generator noisily
throbbed with enough juice for the television and their kid’s shows. They
seemed oblivious to the frantic scenario their parents were trying to work
through. Meanwhile, I kept busy by rearranging furniture so that we could
hide out in the one room with a window unit and a television, too. My brother
called from Stillwater to let me know they had power there and we were welcome.
That was a large boost; however, I had to think about the narrow doorways of
his home which, like most houses, will not allow the wheelchair to easily move
through them.
All in all, for a brief and shining moment like the characters in Camelot, I was
treated to another time and place at the ranch home where there could be total silence. My bliss was soon to be as lost again to me. Rodney now has the generator hooked up and running
and I knew how to use only one appliance at a time,along with the t.v., like we did with Dad’s wind generator.
“C’est la vie!” As the French like to say, “Such is life.” And I might add, “Such is life,
and the experiences, thereof!” Indeed, this is the life and living of the Oklahoma women who is
not writing a diary while on a wagon train but is on another journey of sorts, equally as challenging at times.
About that time something new pops up and like innocents
standing somewhat apart looking on while wondering, “What is going on?”
The recent power outage to bring some 60,000, more or less, homes in the area
to a total blackout surely brought some worms out of the woodwork. To see the
younger generation, some of them, so totally without device for coping with
having no electricity befuddled some of the older folks.
WBBZ, our radio station,
kept a program going with folks calling in to share their experiences. That was a
kind of needed cathartic program. THEY must have had a generator, Wal-mart didn't.
I was told Pyramid grocery store had one, which would only operate the cash
register. Certainly good enough for doing business.
There were miles of cars lined up to purchase gasoline at towns new by. Gasoline
seemed to be desperately needed as rumors flew that the power would be off for
days. My thoughts, like so many others, was how am I going to keep Rhonda
comfortable in the awful heat we’ve been having. This was the reason the husband
and daughter were in the melee, lined up for miles to try to get to a gas
pump. Finally they drove on to the Seven Clans Casino close to the
state line in order to fill our gas cans.
My son pumps water to the animals. He has sold the horses, cows, goats and such,
but still
has a larger generator which takes more gasoline. His job was to work along
with the other men who were desperately trying to find a way to kick
start the very large generator out there to provide power for the whole
area. There was no time to run for gasoline to power his own home. At
the time the men didn’t know they would be working 32 hours straight
through.
My chore was to keep the children calm and mellow. Our generator noisily
throbbed with enough juice for the television and their kid’s shows. They
seemed oblivious to the frantic scenario their parents were trying to work
through. Meanwhile, I kept busy by rearranging furniture so that we could
hide out in the one room with a window unit and a television, too. My brother
called from Stillwater to let me know they had power there and we were welcome.
That was a large boost; however, I had to think about the narrow doorways of
his home which, like most houses, will not allow the wheelchair to easily move
through them.
All in all, for a brief and shining moment like the characters in Camelot, I was
treated to another time and place at the ranch home where there could be total silence. My bliss was soon to be as lost again to me. Rodney now has the generator hooked up and running
and I knew how to use only one appliance at a time,along with the t.v., like we did with Dad’s wind generator.
“C’est la vie!” As the French like to say, “Such is life.” And I might add, “Such is life,
and the experiences, thereof!” Indeed, this is the life and living of the Oklahoma women who is
not writing a diary while on a wagon train but is on another journey of sorts, equally as challenging at times.
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