Moments I’d Like
to Live Over
Between Robstown and Corpus Christi the land is as flat as Aunt
Nancy’s fallen arches. The evening sun hangs low and lingers long over
the heavy, damp air in the evenness of the countryside.
traveled this Highway 44 in 1935 my old Model A Ford carried me into a
sunset that shaded from the heavens in pink and settled on each side
of the road in a regal, royal orchid sheen into the purple cabbage
fields which stretched for miles on either side.
little white seacoast houses nestled among this pleasant glow and
borrowed a purple radiance from the sunset.
huge yellow ball of the sun then slowly glided in one long sweep over
the cabbage tops, then gently and beautifully turned into very deep
before I saw it set into the middle of the cabbages at the end of the
left not a cloud in the sky, but a smoothly blended combination of
pinks, lilacs. orchids, heliotropes, crimson and purple settling as a
velvet mantle over the earth.
was a heart stopping moment of sheerest beauty for me. It has clung in
my mind ever since.
my hotel in Corpus Christi that same night, I saw the moon rise over
the waters of the Gulf.
first the waters appeared to be turning white, then there was a
shading of yellow, always with the blue black nightness of the bay as
a background for this picture. Finally one tiny stream of pure gold
spread itself upon the rippling scene. This little stream grew wider
and bolder in color and reached from the endless movement of water
right up to my feet at the hotel pier.
it became a broad highway on the uncertain surface.
motion of the water beckoned and dared me to dance on its uncertain
surface. Then the wide lane grew lime colored and fashioned itself
semi-circle at the end of the bay where it wavered and skipped. This
wobbly arc became a ball which struggled to lift its great weight from
clinging watery depths.
last it made its jump to freedom, bounced clear of the night seas and
suspended itself in a victorious, bantering journey above the water
returning only once to kiss the ocean’s cheek in a capricious
moon was “up’ and there was her reflection in the water; but like the
explorers of long ago, I knew that when night time came, she would
hunt for her soft, billowy bed to sink into.
these horrible report cards! They remind me of Uncle Joe when he said
that he wouldn’t mind going to school so much if he didn’t have to
wouldn’t mind my job so much if I didn’t have to work!