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\"Perfect<\/a><\/p>\n

Had I been thinking straight way back in June, when I posted a chapter from Lessons from My Father<\/a>, this would have been the chapter to start with. Now that I am thinking straight and you’re scratching your head about where my parents’ story began, the answer can be found below. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s my pleasure to introduce the bride and groom to you: Harlan and Dorothy Stratton.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Perfect Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

And he said,<\/em>
\nNaked I came from my mother’s womb,<\/em>
\nAnd naked I shall return there.<\/em>
\nThe Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.<\/em>
\nBlessed be the name of the Lord.<\/em>
\nJob 1: 21<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, world, here I come!\u201d he seems to shout from his wedding picture. His broad grin turns his cheeks into plump apples, the dress suit hanging awkwardly on his 250 pound frame. \u201cI\u2019m in here just to humor her,\u201d the twinkle in his eye seems to say. \u201cJust a few more pictures, and I\u2019ll be knee deep in manure again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow will I keep up with him?\u201d her shy smile asks the camera. Wearing her sister\u2019s wedding dress, she looks stylish and petite, but slightly out of place. Her hands, rendered large as a man\u2019s by years of milking, are hidden by her bouquet, her muscular arms covered by bridal lace. \u201cI\u2019d rather be in the barn,\u201d she whispers to the generations gazing at her face.<\/p>\n

Exuberant and ready to embrace rural life in the 1950s, they faced the photographer\u2019s camera with confidence. With a honeymoon highlighted by a Chicago Cubs game and a tour of the Chicago Stockyards, could they be anything but Midwestern farmers? A registered Shorthorn breeding business needed building when they returned. They were ready to live the dream they had planned and worked for since they had met in college three years before. They would farm in partnership with his parents, Cyril and Fern, a loving couple who doted upon their only child, my father. They would raise a family, a big family, with lots of kids to help on the farm and keep one another company. They were young, strong, talented, and willing to do all that was necessary to realize their dreams. It was June 3, 1951. Harlan and Dorothy Stratton had the pieces of their married life collected and ready to assemble into a wonderful picture. Over the next thirteen years, like a jigsaw puzzle in reverse, the pieces disappeared, snatched away until none remained.<\/p>\n

The picture, at first, came together just as planned. My father and his father quickly built up a herd of Shorthorns. They were poised to provide quality stock to farmers all over the Midwest. My parents had their first child, Jill, in 1953, and she was the apple of her grandparents\u2019 eyes. Then, Fern\u2019s health took a turn for the worse, and everything changed. Her colon cancer progressed at an alarming pace, and the resulting medical bills threatened to devour the farm. Harlan and Cyril dissolved their farming partnership and sold their assets, so that both families were not ruined. That was in 1954. The first piece of the perfect picture was gone.<\/p>\n

In 1955, the second piece was removed. Fern Stratton died of colon cancer after a long and agonizing struggle. She was fifty-five years old.<\/p>\n

Life as farmers denied them, the couple decided to do the next best thing. Harlan would pursue a career in the Extension Service, through which he could stay close to agricultural life, rubbing elbows with the farmers who tended the fields and animals he loved. Harlan\u2019s exuberance and skill made him a popular and effective county agent. He advanced rapidly in a career to which his personality, training, and experience were perfectly suited. He read voraciously, mostly about agriculture, his nearly photographic memory adding book knowledge to the practical experience he gained working throughout the county. He spent his days traveling the countryside, consulting with farmers about their crops and livestock, providing for them the latest research available from Iowa State University, a land grant college founded to assist the development of agriculture. His expertise with cattle brought him numerous opportunities to train farm kids in the art of showing cattle and made him a sought-after cattle judge at many county fairs.<\/p>\n

Dorothy was a busy mother and housewife. She was content to support her husband, complementing his gregarious personality with her own shy competence. She enjoyed basking in the shadow of Harlan\u2019s successes, dedicating herself to her family, which had grown to two when I was born in 1956. Whenever she had the chance, she took education classes at the nearby college. She wanted to complete her four-year teaching degree to become one of the first in her family to graduate from college. \u201cBesides,\u201d she told the housewives who questioned her drive to get her bachelors degree, \u201cit\u2019s a good thing to have, just in case I ever need it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just as they settled into their new lives in Malvern, Iowa, where Dad was the new county extension agent, a doctor pulled away another piece of the puzzle in 1958. Harlan had ignored coordination problems and double vision that came and went for several years. When he couldn\u2019t pass the vision screening for his driver\u2019s license test, he finally went to the doctor. The diagnosis of multiple sclerosis and its rapid debilitating progress nearly robbed him of his will to live.<\/p>\n

By 1960 few fragments of the picture remained. Harlan, now the father of two girls and one red-haired boy named John, couldn\u2019t work anymore. He couldn\u2019t show cattle. He couldn\u2019t walk without assistance. He couldn\u2019t drive, couldn\u2019t write, couldn\u2019t see well enough to read, couldn\u2019t even tell if his bladder was full or empty. He was thirty-one years old.<\/p>\n

By 1966 the last piece of the picture they thought would be their life together was snatched away. Harlan\u2019s father, Cyril, died at age sixty-seven, his mind and body destroyed by diabetes.<\/p>\n

Gone.<\/p>\n

The whole picture was gone through no fault of their own. If any couple had a reason to be bitter, my parents did, especially my dad, one of the nicest guys you\u2019d ever care to meet. This man did everything right…honored his parents, went to church every Sunday, played with his kids, worked hard, never said \u201cBah, humbug\u201d at Christmas. Sure, he ate red meat, but he was a cattle farmer, and this was the 1950s. My mom was right up there with him in nice woman status…studied hard, was a dedicated school teacher, treated her in-laws like gold, rolled out pie crust at the county fair when she was nine months pregnant. Anybody who knew them would say, \u201cThey didn\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<\/p>\n

So, did they become bitter? Did they tear up the wedding picture of the ignorant young couple so unaware of the pain awaiting them? I\u2019m sure they wanted to, but they didn\u2019t. Instead they looked at that wedding picture and noticed, hiding in the depths of my mother\u2019s gaze and in the laugh lines on my father\u2019s face, the beginnings of a second picture. This new picture was different from the one they had imagined, as tragic as the first one had been hopeful.<\/p>\n

In my mother\u2019s eyes glinted a determination to provide for her family, and inside her heart dwelt an extraordinary talent for teaching children, a potent combination that caused schools to snatch her up. In my father\u2019s face were hidden laugh lines attached to invisible strings, pulling his face into a haunted grin, giving him an ability to face his family and the world with a smile, even when his mind was heavy with depression and loss. They stared at this new picture and saw themselves, not as innocent victims, but as confident victors. Over the years, they labored to piece together the new picture of their lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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