From Whence We Came

We were young onceWe were young once. Almost half a century later some of our stories (even the true ones) might sound a bit far fetched. By the time this picture was taken we drove the tractor and the pick-up on the farm, milked the cows by hand,  and made home-made slingshots that dwindled the farm-yard chicken numbers as well as some of moms canning jars and not a few windows. The red tailed hawks in the area took the blame on the chicken numbers but we were out sleuth-ed by our parents daily it seemed if we had anything to hide

We lived in Northern Minnesota where fields, forests and water could be exploited daily. Our creative energy and resourcefulness was only bound by our lack of time spent thinking things through. We discovered that climbing a very tall and very skinny tree to the top made it gracefully bend down to the ground and spring back when we let go. The bigger trees only let you down halfway, and the wrong species (most of them) broke off just below your hands when you threw your body out sideways to begin the exhilarating decent. One of our brilliant breakthroughs (and I still don’t think it was my idea) came with the discovery of logic. If one kid could bend over a small 15′ tree by swinging the top over just think how big and high a tree three little people could bend to the ground. Cousin Vern (who was much bigger than us) was persuaded to climb to the top of the “perfect” monster tree first while two of us followed. Giddy with excitement we counted to three and threw our bodies sideways towards the setting sun. The familiar “Crack” of breaking wood had all three of us flashing Vern’s life before our eyes as two of us lit on Vern unharmed. We figured Vern was dead as he was not breathing. I guess it took a while for his lungs to figure out how to get some air. We asked him if he saw Jesus and judging by his look it wasn’t Jesus.

Vern taught us how to play “chicken” with our bicycles. Everybody and everything lost. We healed but the bikes were never the same. I guess Vern expected to win at that one. I remember Vern conceding when I said “two out of three?” Yep, you are catching on…slow learner here!

My brothers seemed to escape pain more than me for some reason. One was reasoned off the peak of the barn roof to try the umbrella thing from a lower starting point. I might have jumped before reason began. We learned to pole vault with a long and stout stick in the barns haymow area unto the second story ledge; well my next two younger brothers learned anyway. Both went on to set records in that event in high school. I quit trying after I missed the soft landing area. We could grab a stout stick and pole vault our cattle fences but found out the cousins from the city couldn’t. One even tangled himself in the barbed wire electric fence. The cartoons are correct in the facial expressions and hair standing on end renditions of this predicament.

Life was good for me growing up on a farm until my worst of all encountered accidents. Most accidents have a certain recovery time and it’s back to the adventures again but this one changed who I would become and what I would do forward. After milking the cows we would carry the pails into the house. In the basement we would put the milk through an old hand crank cream separator by pouring the milk into a bowl on top. turn the crank at a certain rate  and the creme came out one place and the skim milk in another. Instead of putting the bowl on the small wheel on top we found that a circular saw blade fit perfectly. One would crank and the other could saw paper. we graduated to small wood pieces and then I really got the blade humming and one of my siblings began to cut a 2×4 piece of lumber and the blade came off and cut across both my arms near the elbows. My median nerves were cut, I saw my bones instantly and then a river of spurting blood. I don’t remember but bits and pieces after that but I ended up in casts after a dash to emergency and a 100 mile ambulance ride and a doctor that tied my nerves and sewed me up.

Scars just are.  They verify the craziest of stories behind them. We are fragile and resilient at the same time. I have a unique sensitivity toward the stories behind scars. I identify with Jesus Christ telling a doubting Thomas to reach out and touch his scars and believe that the story of his resurrection was true. I also identify with Thomas the skeptic until he saw the scars. All this from whence we came, and we know where we are going.

Now almost a half century later I see a few kids (but not many who get beyond their phone or pad) who could be tree benders. Kids who would push out an old forsaken boat onto a lake with a couple of oars and one would fish while the other bailed water to keep from sinking (another true story). Kids who will someday become psychologists, managers, teachers, youth directors, personal trainers, nurses, and great upper management (my siblings). Kids who would become followers of Jesus because they believed the scars like Thomas even though it’s been a couple thousand years.

Whats your story?

Gary
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About Gary Fultz

Outdoors Man, Hunter, Fisherman, Guide, Writer / Author, Photographer, Public Speaker, Musician, Song Writer, Story Teller, Follower Of Jesus, Peragon.com day job.
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22 Responses to From Whence We Came

  1. Ken R. says:

    Gary, awesome story! I appreciate you bringing history to life. Thank you!

  2. Gary Fultz says:

    Thanks ken, Your story is kind of wild.

  3. Kathy Fredrickson Roy says:

    Gary, If I didn’t have 4 brothers who did most of that stuff too, I would Not believe there were kids that “adventurous” & lived through it!! Thanks for the giggles, Kathy

  4. nathan fultz says:

    …and how quickly the bent tree comes down with one brother hanging on as the other clips the base with a sharp axe…sorry mom!

  5. nathandf says:

    Hey, that picture is backwards – shouldn’t the garden be on the other side of the car? You know – where we used to have the tomato fights?

    • Gary Fultz says:

      That’s possible. It’s an old photo taken from a negetive to digital. I try not to post too many things that will incriminate me so…what tomato fights?

    • karenjfultz says:

      I think it might be backwards. On Dan’s side is the driveway.
      Who’s Vern?

      • Gary Fultz says:

        Sometimes I do not use their real name even though they shouldn’t be protected as they are not very innocent. He was a second cousin who lived about a mile away in real miles. back then he was further.

  6. karenjfultz says:

    Very cool blogs Gary. Or as you used to say in the early 70s, “groovy.” My kids nowadays would call your blog,”sick!” – which is a great compliment. 😉 Your outdoor photography is awesome. I’m excited to read & see more.

    • Gary Fultz says:

      Thanks, I think the grandkids expect me to take them to all these places when they come up. I might have to photoshop them into a couple pictures and make them think they were there. Of course I will take them fishing anyway!

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