Chapter three
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For Kellen and Kirk time has stopped. Almost as if they are traveling along at the speed of light. Their moment is infinite in a finite time. Now they are able to have those discussion of what once was and what could be. Without moving or caring these two souls become absorbed in each others experiences. Kellen is able to fully absorb the feelings of his Father. His Father better understands the needs of the youth.
Both become aware at the same instant that their feelings are being experienced by more than the each other. Neither were concerned. Merely aware yet comfortable with it. The feelings simply added to the experience. It truly means “the more the merrier” in this case.
The family connection is something that cannot actually be controlled. It is a gift of the Hage Clan. It was not in Kirk to suffer as to why? Kellen on the other hand was a soul full of questions? Those feelings (spelled questions) were about to become overwhelming when waves of experience from previous fathers spread over the two of them. Making their space in time become even slower in this finite set. Sitting on the bench. Side by side. Smiling for the moment. Gazing into a past that is both of their futures. It is a rare trait that allows focus on the youth and the father simultaneously . Although, as has already been mentioned, the simultaneous focus of two brother”s, of which KIrk was a part, would show a precedence of rare, to.. if it ever existed before scenerio? To believe in the Hage trait one must accept. The portrait picture of Kellen and Kirk sitting on the bench, frozen in time, and enjoying the moment is enough for the two of them to accept the gift and continue with life.
As Kellen readied his question to his Father through the requisite feeling wave a new much stronger more demanding wave of feeling came between the two. It not only caught them off guard but garnered their attention and respect. It was Kirk’s Grandfather Lewis. He came with an information wave that would help them both. Such a wonderful thing…the Hage Wave Trait.
Lewis Hage had been an immigrant. Kirk had spoke of the stories of Lewis living in Norway to Kellen many times. Making his living as a farmer and a fisherman. Fighting the elements of Norway and tiring of the battle in the process. Now that the wave has flowed through them they are able to see the trip that Lewis made from Norway.
Lewis traveled from Norway by steamship to Riker’s Island in New York. He was in-processed after signing the departure manifest. The same manifest that is archived on the internet. Kirk reminded Kellen of that fact many times in their ten years together. He booked passage on the next available train from New York to the east of side of Iowa. It was in Eastern Iowa where Lewis obtained information about land in the Northwest part of Iowa near the South Dakota/Minnesota tri-state borders. He purchased land North and west of Inwood Iowa. It was here that he started a family of sons and daughters. The oldest of which is LLoyd the Father of Kirk.
Lewis wanted to impart a new feeling wave on Kellen and Kirk. He deemed it necessary for them to view this information together. IT is all part of the puzzle of the wave portrait feeling and it s special uses. Lloyd, the son of Lewis is part of this process.
Chapter three A,
Now that time has stopped Kellen and Kirk can see the activities of the day slowing down to a snapshot. People that were milling are as frozen living statutes.To the north are the buses lined up. The bus drivers greeting the kids with smiles on their faces. To the West is the street to the city park replete with community shelter house, several covered building beside the campsites for tenters as well as RV’s, tractor pull facility and baseball park. The oft attended ballpark where Kirk spent many glorious moment of his youth. Kellen got to feel Kirk’s no hitter in Hawarden in Pee Wee baseball, batting 1.ooo% in Kirk’s freshmen year of high school baseball, playing on the first undefeated football team in West Lyon history, and his marriage to Kellen’s Mother to mention but a few.
Lewis wants the two of them to stop focusing on the people of Inwood. ” Those frozen images are yours to keep. Concentrate. Focus on where Lloyd is at. Concentrate on Lloyd’s wave and feel it!
They are drawn to an image. Northwest of Inwood, Iowa on the Lewis Hage farm circa 1930′s. Lloyd is with a bunch of men. All farmers. All of similar age. All were engrossed in the viewing of an old Indian motorcycle that had come into the possession of Lloyd. They were all working together to ready the motorcycle for operating condition. It was obvious by the activity that no one really knew what they were doing but with enthusiasm alone it was apparent that they were going to preserver and get the engine to pop over. Once compression could be obtained all were confident that the engine would run. This is where Kellen and Kirk join the wave of Lloyd and his compadres.
With all of them gathered around the Indian motorcycle, Lloyd finally agrees that the engine has compression. He stated quite clearly that he was tired of trying to kick start this old engine.
“I want to try something else fellas.” Lloyd said to no one in particular. ”Anyone have an idea for me ?” as he sat astride the old motorcycle. Virgil Bahnson had been involved with the kick start method and was in total accord with Lloyd thinking about trying a new method when he said, “Ya Lloyd. it’s always something?”
IT was the spring of the year. Late April with remnants of snow on the North side of everything. The hills towards the river west of of the farm place showed strips of white snow against the green of the pasture grass, tree lines, and ditches as they gazed down the hill towards the creek in the back pasture. Together it was deicded that they were going to use the push start method to get the old motorcycle to run.
Quickly the motorcycle was pushed through the open pasture gate, Virgil followed him, and the rest of the gang after that. Kellen and Kirk have a clear image wave of the happening. Many good men in that group.
Lloyd, the father of Kirk. Owner of the motorcycle stands six foot high. His reddish locks are curly(which brings a giggle to both Kellen and Kirk because Kirk and Lloyd both end up being bald). Lloyd has a vibrant voice and a hearty laugh. His laugh could be heard over many voices in a crowd. It was clear that when LLoyd Hage laughed he was really enjoying himself.
Virgil, was of a small build. Although shorter than some he made up for it with tenacity and natural athletic ability. Virgil was a guard on an Inwood basketball team during those years. He went on to play a barn storming basketball game with the Harlem Globetrotters and Inwood won. He has a sandy head of hair with blue sky eyes that never miss a trick
Lloyd has now positioned the motorcycle on the cowpath the milk cows will soon be using when called for the evening milking. The west pasture is quite steep past the mix of apple, Oak , Walnut, and tree’s considered a windbreak amoungst the poplars. With the snow banks on his right and the fresh green grass sprouting on the left the cow path headed west down the hill towards the creek that flows into the Big Sioux River a few miles further to the west through the rolling hills of Blood run. With the setting sun in their faces they stop and ponder their actions.
Virgil was the first to ask. ” What do you think, LLoyd? How are we going to do this?”
Standing astride the motorcycle facing the sun to the west, Lloyd cast big shadow back to the fellows of the group as he stood in the late afternoon sunlight. A natural leader. He was forced into managing a working farm years before he would be called a man. Force into adult hood while still a teenager. Now he stood looking down the hill at the creek below. ” Was this a proper thing to do?” he thought to himself. Of a sudden while in his pondering moment astride the motorcycle atop the hill on the steep cow path to the creek the feeling waves start to come over him. He is not sure what to do? All those young years where he was forced to make adult decision while still a teenage came to a head. He was completely aware of the dangers. His adult self says no. His youthful self says go ahead. The wave is having it effect.
He makes his decison and states to Virgil.”Get the boys and have them help us push this thing to get it started right now.” Each started motioning for the others to get into postion to aid in the push down hill. LLoyd takes the stick shift for the transmisson in his hand then places it in the second of three gears. His thought was that it would turnover easier and still have enough power to fire the pistons. Well he was right. Sort of…?
The feeling wave is getting his unconscious attention. Something is warning him. The wave is filling him. It is mixing him up. He is not used to questioning his own decisions. He motions for all to push the motorcycle. Virgil sounds the charge as if leading the group up San Juan Hill with Teddy Roosevelt. Together the boy’s quickly push the motorcycle down the trail. Just as quickly the boys trailed off with Virgil, the fastest of the bunch, the last to to make the final push for Lloyd who remained atop the Indian motorcycle headed down the cowpath, of the west 80 acre pasture, towards the creek which is flowing full from the April showers, and the warm sun that is melting the winter blanket of snow.
Now the fathers of the Hage clan send feeling wave after feeling wave to show Lloyd the error of his ways. The creek is flowing full. The small walk bridge at the bottom of the hill is to rickety for a touring motor bike to with stand the impact at road speed. The path is slightly wet at the bottom of the hill thus not facilitating proper ground contact of the wheel to the ground to move the wheel that make the transmission move to turn over the engine that will fire the piston to make the engine run.
With the clutch disengaged the wheels are free wheeling down the hill. Lloyd can hear the voices of encouragement from his friendsback by the groves tree lined fence. The years of feeling wave from the Hage clan envelope him. All of his senses are telling him to not let the clutch out. His fingers were trembling slightly fighting the feeling wave of the Hage clan as it coursed through his body. ”Why is this wrong?” he thought in his head. ”What is this feeling that is beckoning me to jump? Would I not be better to release the clutch to turn the rear wheel to fire the engine?” He has reached his maximum speed and the ground is streaking with wet spots. Some slicker than others. He has seen this but is not aware. It is now or never and as slowly released his grip on the clutch, It was this tentativeness that started the epic fail.
As he slowly released the clutch the wheel did try to grab some traction. This action allowed the wheel to slide to the ride bringing the motorcycle perpendicular to the walking wood bridge that the cows used to cross the over flowing creek. At that moment the Hage Clan feeling wave presence was felt. With all of his might Lloyd pushed up and to the left as the motorcylce started going down on it’s left side. The Hage clan feeling wave gave him extra strength to push up and away from the out of control motorcycle. With the aid of the Hage clan Lloyd managed to land on his feet. Avoiding any contact with the flowing creek at the bottom of the hill. IT cannot be said of the old Indian motorcycle . IT slid right into the base of the bridge and completely demolished the old rickety bridge. The cows will have to ford the stream this date.
Now all of the fellows are running down the hill. Some are laughing. Most are concerned . All can see that Lloyd managed to avoid any injury so the worry was about the bridge and what Grandpa will say.
That was Lloyds introduction into the Hage clan feeling wave. It made Kellen and Kirk continue to smile in their moment of frozen time within the Hage clan feeling wave.
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Nov 04 2011
