Enduring (50 page)

Chapter thirty-nine

S
onora and Hank did not get married that summer. Her father, Every, felt that she ought to finish high school, and Latha agreed, although her memories of Jasper High School were not special, but the fact that she had been accompanied to that high school by one of Hank’s uncles, Raymond Ingledew, had a certain quality of closure or rather foreclosure to it. Hank did not accompany Sonora to the Jasper school; he had already graduated. Sonora enjoyed the school and made a number of friends and, nice to relate, made good grades. At Little Rock High School, she had struggled to maintain a C average. At Jasper High School she made straight As. The moral of this is that you should always go to school at a place you like. Sonora’s only problem during her senior year was that all the boys fought over her and showed off for her the same way the summer evening gang had done in Stay More. The principal sent Latha a note calling this fact to her attention, saying several youths had been injured in the fracases, which left Latha wondering what she was supposed to do about it. Make Sonora wear a sack over her head? Latha had been just as pretty, if not prettier, when she had attended Jasper High School, but nobody had fought over her…maybe because Raymond kept them from it. One day when Hank was sitting on the store porch waiting for Sonora to come home from school, Latha showed him the Sears, Roebuck catalogue, from which he could order, for a price, a diamond engagement ring. He didn’t have the money. Every put him to work in his auto repair business, and Mr. and Mrs. Dill advanced their future son-in-law enough to buy the diamond ring, which Hank presented to Sonora one memorable night (it was just before her period) when they made love a record nine times, and which the next day she flashed on her ring finger to all her Jasper classmates, particularly the boys, who forthwith gave up fighting for her attention.

Sonora told her mother what she and Hank had done the night of her engagement, and wondered if that might have been excessive, because she still felt a kind of soreness in her vagina. Latha assured her that there was no such thing as too much. It is possible to eat too much food and to drink too much liquor and to sleep too many hours of a night and day, but it is not possible to make love more than you want to. Sonora’s confession made Latha envious, and she challenged Every to match Hank’s performance, but Every simply wasn’t up to it. Three times was the best he could manage, but, since she fainted after the first one and was out during the other two, she simply had to take his word for it that he had accomplished three of them. Every was always truthful; that much of the preacher remained in him. But for the rest of her life (which hasn’t stopped) Latha would go on wondering what nine times would be like, although she never would be permitted to know, since the first one always knocked her out.

More and more people, recovering from the Depression just as the country itself was doing at the start of the Second World War, were acquiring automobiles or trucks, and Every had so much repair business that he was able to employ his old friend Lawlor Coe, the village blacksmith who no longer had many horses or mules to shoe or wagons to repair. Thus for a few years until Hank joined the service, there were three able-bodied men working at Dill’s Gas & Service. Every recalled seeing barber shops which had signs saying “Three Chairs, No Waiting,” so he hung up a sign saying “Three Shade Trees, No Waiting,” since it was the habit of country auto mechanics to hang the engine block from the stout limb of a tree while working on it, although it was rare that all three of the oak trees in the yard of Every’s shop would have engines suspended from their limbs at the same time. But Every and his two men were the only mechanics in the county outside of Jasper, and people from all over the southern part of Newton County brought their vehicles to Dill’s Gas & Service, or, in a number of cases, had to have their vehicles towed, by car or mule-team. In fact, even some people in Jasper preferred the extra miles to Stay More because Every Dill and Company had a reputation for good service. The story is still told that once, when Doc Swain complained to Every about his bill for repairs, which was a good bit higher than Doc Swain’s own bills, Every observed a major difference between Doc Swain’s trade and his own: that Doc Swain had been treating the same basic body and parts that were created in Adam and Eve, whereas the cars that Every worked on kept changing their model year after year.

Every was so good at car repair because he truly loved doing it and had a natural talent for finding out what was wrong. (Another story retold was that a Stay Moron asked Every if he could find what was causing the problem with his car, and Every took a good look and said “Crap in the carburetor,” and fixed it, and the fellow later asked, “Do you mean I have to take a shit in my carburetor?”) Latha’s only complaint about Every’s line of work was that he came home every evening with his hands hopelessly soiled with grime and grease. So did Lawlor, and so did Hank, and Lawlor’s wife gave them some bars of old-fashioned homemade lye soap, with real strong lye, but that wouldn’t quite get their hands clean. Sonora stopped allowing Hank to hug her, because she was afraid his hands would soil her dress. Since it was pretty difficult to make love without holding, she tried doing all of the holding herself, but that wasn’t very good. So they had to invent a whole bunch of new positions for love-making that allowed Hank to refrain from touching her. She passed these ideas along to her mother, and Latha suggested a few of the positions to Every, but he was of the school who believed, like nearly all Ozark men, that there was only one position, and you didn’t have to be an ex-missionary to use it.

One of the drummers who were responsible for stocking Latha’s store with its various goods and merchandise, offered her a free sample of something called Lava, a soap that had pumice and other special ingredients for removing all manner of filth, and sure enough it cleaned Every’s hands, as well as Lawlor’s and Hank’s, but Hank had enjoyed some of the no-hands positions that he and Sonora had devised and he went on using them. One of Sonora’s girlfriends, who clerked in the Jasper drugstore, gave her a package of prophylactics, explaining their purpose and use, and Sonora insisted that Hank use them on certain occasions. “What’s that fool thing for?” he wanted to know. She explained, but he protested, “Heck, that won’t be no fun.” Let’s try it and see, she suggested. And they did.

But when Sonora graduated from high school in June, she threw away the prophylactics, and in short order found herself pregnant. She asked her father to become a minister again just long enough to perform the ceremony but he protested that if he did it, somehow it wouldn’t be official.

“But you did it for your own self and Mother,” Sonora pointed out. “Do you call that ‘official’?”

“Back then,” he explained, “I still had just enough of the preacher left in me; he hadn’t all got out—there was enough left over and I used up the last of it doing it. I spent the last and there wasn’t any more. But anyhow, I want to walk you down the aisle and give you away.”

Which he did, with the Stay More schoolhouse converted into a church for the occasion, and all the Stay Morons in attendance, even the hermit Dan and his daughter Annie, who was getting to be a big girl. (Mandy and Vaughn sent their regrets.) Since there were no ministers in Stay More, only one ex-minister who was the father of the bride, they had to import a preacher from Parthenon, who wasn’t very practiced himself, and Every had to prompt him from the front row. Latha had no problem shedding some genuine tears.

That night they had the noisiest shivaree in memory. The word, coming from the French word
charivari
, meaning headache, denotes the Ozark tradition of the bridal night activities, during which all the townsfolk “serenade” the newlyweds by a riotous harassment of noise and merrymaking, firing off shotguns, banging pans, pulling cats’ tails, making it impossible for the couple to hear each other, let alone have any privacy for romance. In anticipation of the shivaree, Sonora and Hank had already had their honeymoon the night before, when Hank broke his record by two. Latha and Every had not been given a shivaree because nobody had known they were getting married.

But after the shivaree had gentled down and Hank and Sonora had furnished the requisite treats for everyone (a full demijohn of Chism’s Dew and five kinds of pie and cake), the newlyweds were finally alone in the upstairs bedroom of Hank’s parents’ house, and Hank told his bride the story of the gold chronometer wristwatch which the peddler Eli Willard had given him and which he had buried to await the appropriate time when Hank could give it to his son. Sonora thought that was the marvelousest thing she had ever heard, and she said they ought to name their son Eli Willard Ingledew, and Hank agreed that would be very appropriate. For nine months they talked every day about Eli Willard Ingledew; they could even picture him grown up, wearing the magic watch that kept perfect time and never lost a second, in compensation for the defective clocks that Willard had sold to Hank’s forebears. Latha knew those old stories, and she was delighted to learn about the gold chronometer wristwatch which would be worn by her grandson, Eli Willard Ingledew. She taught her daughter how to sew, and gave her the use of her sewing machine, so Sonora could make all of Eli Willard Ingledew’s clothes, not just as a baby but for each year up until the age he would receive the wristwatch, which would be sixteen. Word spread, and before long all of Stay More was talking about Eli Willard Ingledew and looking forward to his birth, almost as if the baby would be an actual reincarnation of Eli Willard. Thus, when Sonora went into labor, instead of fetching Doc Swain and having the baby at home like everybody else had always done, she was taken all the way to Harrison, where the nearest hospital was, and the car Hank was driving was followed closely by Every’s car with Latha, and for good measure Doc Swain’s car, and then all the other cars of Stay More, so that practically all one hundred of the Stay Morons were en route to that hospital, and everyone else on the road, mistaking all the cars for a funeral cortege, pulled off the road and stopped until they were passed. The waiting room at the hospital wouldn’t hold a fraction of the Stay Morons, but they milled about in the corridors and out on the lawn. Eli Willard Ingledew took an awful long time to enter this world, but nobody seemed to mind, and they all stayed late into the night, when at last the obstetrician lifted the baby by its ankles, slapped its bottom to induce crying, and they discovered that Eli Willard Ingledew had no penis.

When they took the baby home, Hank and Sonora got their heads together and considered naming the baby Ela Willa or Elise Wilma or Eleanor Willardine, but finally Sonora named her simply Latha, after her mother. Then, as soon as Sonora was able, they got busy again, in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and tried to create Eli Willard Ingledew on the second chance. But the second child was also a girl, who was named Eva. Latha pointed out that her own parents had had nothing but girls, and what was wrong with being a girl? Nothing, Sonora said, except that Eli Willard had made Hank promise to give the magic wristwatch to his son.

A war started over in Europe. Unlike the previous war, which had caused little notice or comment in Stay More, and only two men had joined the service, Raymond Ingledew and Every Dill, this new war created a good deal of argument, the general consensus of which was that if that feller Hitler wanted Europe, why shouldn’t he have it? But he was also trying to get England, and that was where our foreparents came from, and we oughtn’t to let him have England, so we ought to at least help the British hang on to their lands. This time several Stay More boys went off and joined the service. When the war spread from Europe to the Pacific after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, nearly all the able-bodied Stay Morons enlisted, and Hank chose the Navy because they would train him for a better job than fixing cars. He was in fact taught how to repair and put together radio equipment, and since no one in Stay More had ever seen or heard a radio, that in itself was an extraordinary undertaking. Also, no Stay Moron had ever seen the ocean. When they shipped Hank out across the Pacific after a brief furlough long enough for him to impregnate Sonora again, he could write home to tell her that he was now “Semen First Class,” to which she replied, “You sure are, honey.”

The only direct effect that war had on Stay More, other than removing all the young men, was that the canning factory had to shut down because of a shortage of tin. The war was good for Stay More in the sense that all its young men fighting overseas sent most of their paychecks home, and there was so much mail from them and to them that for the duration of the war Latha was permitted to reopen the post office, and of course she made a good profit in her mercantile trade from all the money the servicemen sent home. Every didn’t join up, for several reasons: he had already served in the previous war, Doc Swain convinced him that his heart wouldn’t hold out through another war, and somebody had to stay home and pump gas and service vehicles. All that money coming from the servicemen made possible the purchase of several more vehicles by their wives and parents.

The younger boys who weren’t old enough to enlist or be drafted kept themselves amused by playing at war: they dug foxholes all over the place, they fought for possession of Latha’s store porch, they hurled potatoes at one another as pretended hand grenades, they marched and saluted and eventually organized themselves into two groups: the Allies, who were the biggest, meanest, and toughest; and the Axis, who were outcasts or drips or teacher’s pets. Latha was bothered to learn that Dawny was in the latter category—not that she minded him being a teacher’s pet, because he was smart as a whip, but she hated to see him relegated to the enemy side in the various games. The Allies used as their clubhouse the long-abandoned tree-house of Noah Ingledew, cofounder, with his brother Jacob, of Stay More, whereas the Axis used a vacant back room in the old Ingledew store. Practically the only contests that the Axis could ever win from the Allies were games of baseball, because Gerald Coe was a better pitcher than anyone else, and his brother Earl was the best catcher, although the third of the triplets, Burl, was the leader of the Allies, at least until he was drafted into the service. Latha sometimes watched their games, for want of anything better to do. The Axis had Dawny at shortstop and at third base they had Joe Don Dingletoon, from a large family who were “squatting” at an abandoned homestead just the other side of Dan and Annie’s place. The father, Ace Dingletoon and his wife Bliss, had run up a large bill at Latha’s store before Ace ran off and joined the Army and apparently did not send home any of his paycheck, so Latha had to carry the bill, but could not give the family any further credit, and they were in poor circumstances. Dan, their nearest neighbor, allowed them to help themselves to his large vegetable garden, and that kept them from starvation.