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EXCERPTS
FROM LAUGHTER CALLS ME
Quickly,
in hushed movements, I awoke my five children. "Why are
we up when it's still dark, mommy?" asked five year old
Peter. "Remember?
We are going on a trip," I whispered.
"Oh ya," he mumbled.
Rubbing their eyes, stretching and yawning (suddenly remembering
what day this was), the children put on their neatly laid out
clothes. My baby daughter whined softly for her bottle. I changed
her diaper and glanced towards the silver, alarm clock—it
was nearly four AM.
As Emily fidgeted and squirmed,
I pulled a light, cotton dress over her head of wispy, blond
hair then topped it with a sweatshirt. It was cool outside now,
but by noon, temperatures would soar into the nineties as we
traveled through the desert regions of Eastern Oregon and Idaho
in our Rambler stationwagon.
Quietly, we shuffled into my
parents' kitchen, taking in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
and lightly toasted bread. I peeked out the window towards our
car and saw what resembled a modern day version of a covered
wagon - the children and I the pioneers, heading into unknown
frontiers. The lemon colored car was packed to the roof with
blankets, pillows, dishes and toys, leaving just enough room
for five kids and a mom. Two metal racks sat fastened along
the top of the roof, each overflowing with everything conceivable
for survival. Household furnishings too big to take had been
sold, never to be seen again. We could have pulled a trailer,
but upon reaching the Canadian border the added luggage would
make our story of a two-week camping trip that much more preposterous.
That was what I would say though, a camping trip, two weeks
at the most. Yet our intentions were anything but. On the contrary,
we were fleeing the home and the country we loved. I clung to
a desperate hope that Canada could protect my children and me
from the horrible evil that chased us. "You'll never have
to worry about him again if we win this case," authorities
promised me. Evasively, those promises slipped out of our reach,
leaving the burden of protecting my children on my shoulders
alone."
