June 21, 2016 by admin

Keep Going

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KEEP GOING
BY
HELEN GIBBS POHLOT

Leah Taylor walked through her empty house, making sure nothing was left behind. She closed the front door and joined her mother on the porch.

“Everything is out,” she told her mom, Joan, who gave the moving van the go-ahead to leave. Together they watched the large truck with all their belongings pull out of the driveway and begin its 800-mile journey from Charleston, Illinois to northeastern, PA.

When the truck left, several neighbors came over to say goodbye. It was particularly hard for nine-year-old Leah to leave her best friend Diana, who lived next door. Diana and her parents were more like family than friends to the Taylors.

Diana and Leah hugged each other and promised to text every day. Both moms agreed that Diana would visit Leah the minute they were settled in the new house.

Amid tearful goodbyes, Leah and Joan got into their car and drove down the long driveway for the last time.

‘I’m really going to miss Diana,” Leah said sadly.

“I know you are. I’m going to miss her entire family. They are wonderful people who will always be in our lives,” Joan told her daughter.

“Instead of being sad, why don’t we look at this move as an adventure? We have a new house, Dad has a wonderful new job, and you are going to make lots of friends. It’s going to be a happy, wonderful time for all of us.”

Leah agreed with her mom, but down deep she was not so sure. In fact, she was a little scared.

It was approximately 11:30 am when Leah and Joan headed east on Interstate 70 toward Pittsburgh. They decided to drive until around five that evening, or however long it took to get to the hotel near Columbus, Ohio.

When they left Columbus the next day, Joan told Leah that she planned on going a little out of her way into Pittsburgh. As a special surprise she was taking Leah to Heinz Field, the home of the family’s favorite team, The Pittsburgh Steelers.

Leah loved sports. After reading the Steelers’ second children’s book in the Young Fan Series called, “A Jersey for My Dad,” Leah asked her mom if she could buy a jersey for her father plus an extra copy of the book. She couldn’t wait to get there. Leah was in awe of the stadium as her mom pulled into the parking area.

Both Joan and Leah enjoyed the Steelers shopping expedition. Leah got her jersey, plus another copy of Book I and Book II in the Young Fans series. Joan purchased several Steelers mementos for their new house.

The next stop was a Pittsburgh favorite – lunch at Primati Brothers. Leah and Joan really enjoyed eating Primati’s delicious sandwiches. Leah couldn’t believe they had fries and coleslaw inside the Italian bread.

After a great lunch, Joan headed east on the Pennsylvania turnpike. She had a hotel reservation near Gettysburg, and wanted to spend most of the next day showing Leah the historic battlefield and museum.

It took about three and a half hours to get to the hotel. Joan and Leah got settled in their room. A little while later they decided to go across the street to the local restaurant for dinner.

The restaurant was filled with teenage girls wearing some type of sport uniforms. Joan noticed the buses parked by the hotel.

“They must be here for a sporting event of some kind,” Joan said, “though I can’t tell what it is by the uniforms.”

“It’s soccer, Mom,” Leah proudly announced. “I recognize the socks or whatever they are called. Diana and I were going to play in our county youth league this year, but when I found out we were moving, there was no point.”

‘Well, maybe they have youth soccer near our new home,” Joan said. “We can check it out as soon as we get there. I know you’re excited to learn the game.”

“It’s going to be hard because I won’t know anyone,” Leah replied.

“Don’t you worry, you’ll make friends quickly, you’ll see.”

Joan really hoped this was true. She noticed lots of children around Leah’s age in the neighborhood when they looked at the new house. It was the main reason they bought it.

The hostess seated Leah and her Mom next to a table of six girls. The girls were engaged in a vigorous conversation about the day’s game, or was it a match? Joan was not sure. Leah was only about five years younger than the girls, but she felt somewhat shy sitting there with her mother.

After talk of the game subsided, the girls started laughing and telling funny stories that Leah could not help but hear. When a roll skipped off the soccer players table and landed in Leah’s soup, howls of laughter filled the room. Much to the girls’ dismay, the hot tomato soup splattered all over the front of Leah’s shirt. Leah leaped from her chair, grabbed a napkin and accidentally elbowed a waitress carrying a tray of drinks. Iced tea, water and soda splashed everywhere. Glasses crashed to the ground along with Leah, the waitress and her mom, who got in the way trying to help.

Soaked and mortified, Leah tried to stand up, only to slip and crash back down to the floor. She reached for the table but grabbed the tablecloth instead. She pulled hard, bringing all the dishes and food smashing down on her head and the ground around her.

By this time the soccer players were out of their chairs trying to help the poor girl soaked with drinks and covered in tomato soup and whatever else was on the table.

Leah could not have been more embarrassed. The room was dead quiet. All eyes were on her.

Three of the soccer girls grabbed Leah and pulled her up. Another three helped the waitress and Joan.

Leah looked at her mother, the waitress and herself… wet and disheveled. She couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing, which contagiously filled the room. The entire restaurant soon roared with laughter.

The six soccer players, Leah, Joan and most of the people around them helped clean up. It turned into a fun-loving atmosphere.

Everyone became fast friends. The soccer team coach came over from across the room and invited Leah and Joan to join the players for dinner given the fact that Leah was “wearing hers”. Laughter once again erupted throughout the room.

“But it’s almost dry,” Leah said with a huge grin.

Dinner lasted longer than usual as the girls shared stories about themselves and their team. Leah found out all about soccer. It was one of the best moments of her life.

One of the young players then told Leah that she was moving to an area well known for girls’ soccer.

“You should really learn how to play. You will love it,” she said.

“I will,” replied Leah, who that night decided to make soccer a part of her new life.

Leah had great hopes for her future. When a potentially embarrassing, awful situation turns into a fun evening with terrific new friends, she knew her adventure was just beginning.

June 16, 2016 by admin

CATCH A WAVE

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CATCH A WAVE
BY
HELEN GIBBS POHLOT

Kimberly paced at the front door. Her grandfather was not due to pick her up for another ten minutes. She could not stand still. Her excitement grew stronger by the minute.

For almost a year, twelve-year-old Kimberly dreamed of this day. After watching a surfing competition the previous summer while visiting her grandparents in Long Beach, New York, Kimberly yearned to ride the waves.

Today was her first lesson, a wonderful birthday present from her grandparents.

Grandpa was hardly out of the car before she ran out to meet him, yelling back to her mom, “Grandpa’s here. Bye, Mom.”

Kimberly’s mom rushed down the stairs and outside.

“Hi, Dad,” she called as Kimberly jumped in the car.

“I guess Kimberly is pretty excited. I better get going,” Grandpa said to his daughter-in-law. “I will keep my eye on her.”

Kimberly’s mom waved as Grandpa drove away.

It took Grandpa two and a half hours to go from Kimberly’s house in Pennsylvania to Long Beach, New York.

Grandpa lived right by the ocean, which Kimberly loved.

Although Kimberly was disappointed her grandma couldn’t be there, she understood. She was excited that grandma had a meeting in California about the film rights to her book, Marcel, The Legend of Cudjoe Key.

“Your grandma will be back tomorrow and you can fill her in on surfing. She also told me to give you this as part of your birthday present,” Grandpa said while handing Kimberly a package.

Kimberly eagerly opened it. “A wetsuit,” she cried. “Wow, this is great. Thank you and Grandma so much.”

“You may want to put it on. The ocean temperature is in the mid-sixties,” Grandpa said.

Kimberly quickly changed while Grandpa went to the garage for the beach equipment.

Together they walked up to the beach and arrived at the surf school location thirty minutes before the scheduled lesson.

Kimberly was a bit nervous. She appeared to be the youngest of the five students. Three girls between the ages of seventeen and nineteen and a boy around fifteen happily discussed their surfing expectations.

The three girls were getting a group lesson while Kimberly and the young man were each getting a private lesson.

Three instructors, all in the early twenties, came out to greet the students. Instructors John and Sharon made sure everyone had a wetsuit and proper surfboard. Casey checked everyone’s paperwork.

The three teenage girls could not take their eyes of Casey. At 6’3” with black wavy hair, Casey was everyone’s favorite instructor.

“I hope we get him. He is gorgeous,” the tall redhead said.

Her two friends readily agreed.

Much to the teenage girls’ dismay, Casey’s assignment was Kimberly.

Kimberly could hardly talk. She shyly said, “Hello” to Casey, who was just as nice and friendly as he was handsome.

He explained all the basics in just about twenty minutes while on the beach. Once the students practiced getting up on the surfboard successfully, they headed to the water. Kimberly was a quick learner and mastered getting up on the board within minutes.

While Kimberly got her surfing lesson, Grandpa watched from a perfect location on the beach. He had a clear view of everything, and despite two bad shoulders, one fake and one bad knee, he was ready to spring into action should Kimberly need him. He was always willing to go the distance for his granddaughter.

As he observed Kimberly strapping the board cord to her ankle, it brought back memories of surfing with his son Keith on Long Beach Island, New Jersey years ago.

He laughed out loud as he remembered his Ron John’s long board from the early ‘60s. Grandpa never claimed that he got up on it or ever rode a wave, but it proved the perfect sitting vehicle for him to observe his son.

Keith, Kimberly’s father, was a young, hard-working doctor. He didn’t have much free time anymore to surf, but in his younger days, he could ride a wave with the best of them.

Grandpa remembered buying Keith a short board. One day after they arrived at the beach carrying their boards, Grandpa recalled Keith asking him, “Dad, why don’t you get a short board like mine?”

“Are you kidding?” Grandpa exclaimed. “I am a 275-pound, banged-up ex-football player. I would need one of those short boards for each leg for me to ever get up.”

Keith howled with laughter just imagining his dad standing on two boards.

Grandpa hoped that someday, he would watch Keith and Kimberly ride the waves together. He might even get his long board out from the basement and join them.

Now it was time for Kimberly to put what she learned on the beach into practice. She and Casey headed into the ocean.

Grandpa poised himself for action. While he knew Casey was the most qualified surf instructor, he left nothing to chance. If needed, Grandpa knew what to do. He was a former lifeguard. Sure it was forty-five years ago, but he still had it, or at least hoped he did.

Casey followed Kimberly as she made her way out to deeper water. Casey told her exactly what to do and when to do it. He held the back of the board while she got on. She lay on her stomach.

“Okay, Kimberly, when we catch a wave, I will hold the back of the board to keep it steady. As we start to move, get up in a kneeling positon like you practiced on the beach. Once you feel comfortable, try to stand.”

Kimberly was so excited. A small wave came. Casey said, “Let try this one.”
Lying on her stomach, Kimberly could feel the board moving as she paddled with her arms. Casey held it steady. They moved forward.

“Time to stand up,” Casey said. Kimberly tried her best, but fell to the side off the board and crashed into the sea. She quickly got up and back on the board. After three more attempts, she got up and rode the wave toward shore only to fall flat, a total wipeout. The same thing happened the next eight tries.

Casey offered words of encouragement. He told her that she was doing well for her first experience on a surfboard, but Kimberly thought differently.

About thirty minutes into the lesson, Kimberly could not stay on. She could get up, but that was about it. She felt really bad and somewhat stupid. She didn’t want to keep falling.

“Casey, can I take a break and go see my grandfather?” she asked. “I’ll be right back.”

Grandpa got concerned when he saw Kimberly coming over to him with a sad look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Kimberly? He asked gently

“Grandpa, I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t stay up,” she said with tears dropping from her eyes.

“Sure you can. You just started, honey. Your dad was the same way. It takes quite a few times before you can ride one of those waves. Don’t give up or you will never try it again. You waited a whole year for this. We have a tradition in our family of people who never give up. You can do this. You are strong. All you have to do is know you can do it. I am absolutely confident,” Grandpa told Kimberly.

She smiled with a renewed confidence.

“Besides, I am a war baby. I spent a lot of money for this lesson. You don’t want me to have to go out there and show you how it’s done, do you?” he said with a wide grin.

“Oh no! Not that, Grandpa,” Kimberly laughed and headed back to the lesson.

With Casey’s excellent instruction and each new wave, Kimberly’s confidence grew. About ten minutes after Grandpa’s pep talk, Kimberly rode her first wave all the way in. She casually stepped off the board amid roaring cheers from Grandpa on the beach.

Grandpa was now out of his chair and barreling toward Kimberly at the water’s edge.

“I knew you could do it! I knew you could do it!” he yelled.

Kimberly couldn’t contain herself. She ran to her grandpa’s outstretched arms.

She hugged her grandpa so tight his bad knee went out and they crashed into the water laughing and knowing that Kimberly never gave up.

June 16, 2016 by admin

MR. CHIEF, A KNIGHT IN SHINING FUR

MR. CHIEF

Helen Gibbs Pohlot

Something dark bolted across the family room floor. Was it my imagination or did I actually see something?

Deciding to ignore it as a mere optical illusion I went on with my work. Seconds later out of the corner of my eye I saw movement, not just once, but twice.

“OH MY GOD!” I screamed jumping up on the couch. Two mice were running boldly back and forth across the family room floor. In the 14 years we’ve lived at this house in Bucks County, PA mice sightings were rare, limited to one or two a winter season.

Two in broad daylight with the outdoor temperature around 50 degrees was unusual, not to mention creepy.

With no one home but me, I was left to my own resources to dispose of the dark little critters. They didn’t seem scared just rather playful as they ran around while I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Jumping from chair to chair in the family room, I finally reached the entrance to the kitchen where I could get a broom, my weapon of choice. I needed to be sufficiently armed to deal with the mice invasion. As I went to leap on the kitchen floor, I misjudged the distance from the chair top to the step and fell backwards landing flat on my back. It gave me an eyeball view of the two mice huddled by the fireplace.

Were they laughing at me? Could be, I thought.

Despite minor injury, within seconds I was off the floor and standing on the kitchen chair
scouting that room for additional vermin.

Meanwhile the crashing bang of my landing must have awakened Mr. Chief from his afternoon nap upstairs. Chief, my beloved Golden Retriever slowly descended the stairs and looked at me standing on the kitchen chair.

“Chief look at those two mice,” I shrieked pointing toward the fireplace.

At first Chief paid no attention, but when the mice moved he sprinted across the room blocking them in front of the fireplace log holder.

For a 12-year old, 100 plus pound dog sprinting is no easy task. As a matter of fact, any type of running usually involves a substantial treat. But, Chief was on his game. Like days of yore his responses were acute, his senses aware, plus he was fast with the agility of a pup. He waited patiently. He did not pounce or growl. He just waited for them to make a move. Every muscle in his body was poised for action. These mice did not belong in his house. He knew it and so did I, but how do we get them out?

Suddenly I had an idea, but it involved cooperation from Chief. I thought if we could get them in the sun room/conservatory found adjacent to the family room the mice just might run out the back door.

Easier said than done!

While Chief guarded the mice, I ran to open the conservatory door. The room has a back door which opens to the rear yard. I looked for the back door key. For the last 14 years it has been under the small tray on the bar next to the door. Not today. I couldn’t find it.

“Where is that key,” I screamed. It was nowhere to be found probably because my husband Bruce moved it while working there the day before.

The pressure mounted. Chief maintained his post guarding the two renegade mice.

The idea to get them outside failed because of my inability to find the door key.

However, if we got them in the conservatory maybe they would stay there until I went to the store for a trap. I hated to trap them. The sound of the snap seemed horrible. I was trying to think of any possible alternative to killing them.

We had no choice, it was now time to put my plan in action.

“Chief, try and get them to move into the conservatory,” I said gesturing toward the conservatory door.

Chief looked at me and moved backwards. It gave the mice a hopeful signal. They could
now make a run for it. They probably thought how fast can this fat dog move? Surprise! Surprise!

As they sprinted to the left, Chief corralled them towards the conservatory door. With split second timing he moved around, nudging the mice through the door into the conservatory. I quickly shut the door relieved they were out of the family room.

“Good boy Chief, you were awesome,” I said hugging him dearly.

We watched through the glass door as the two mice ran around playfully.

I couldn’t stand it. I have to get them out. Let me try one more attempt to find the key. I moved swiftly when the mice ran to the garage side of the room. I opened the conservatory door, closed it behind me and ran toward the bar. Sitting on atop the bar were several papers Bruce left from his work the previous day. Maybe the key was caught in there? I was right. Lodged between two papers I found the key. I quickly opened the back door, but the mice were hiding on the opposite side of the room. I needed to bring in the enforcer.

“Chief come on! Let’s get these mice out of here,” I called.

I let Chief into the conservatory. He quickly found the mice. Moving his paw with expert precision in the direction of the mice, they began running in circles. Chief was right on their tail, following, and gently tapping, steering them toward the back door.

Within minutes he had them safely out the door, much like a hockey player guiding a puck toward the goal.

Whew, they were gone! I slammed the door eternally grateful for such a courageous and smart dog.

“You did it Chief! Great Job!” I hailed. “My knight in shining fur.”

Maybe it just goes to show the difference between cats and dogs. A cat would have eaten the mice while a dog gave them their freedom.

June 16, 2016 by admin

Miss Daisy

MISS DAISY

Helen Gibbs Pohlot

One sunny morning in the summer of 2012 a strange noise drew my attention to the kitchen door. I looked outside at a cat trying to get into my house.

“Get out of here,” I yelled as the little animal looked at me with surprise.

“Go. Get out of here,” I repeated. I was relieved when the little cat fled.

I am not accustomed to cats. It’s not that I didn’t like them, I just had never been around a cat.

For the next two days the cat returned and I told it to go away.

I was in no frame of mind to deal with what I thought was a stray cat although it was beautiful, looked well fed and groomed.

My mother died a few weeks before so grief was about all that I could deal with at the time.

I was not alone as my next door neighbor Nancy lost her daughter around the same time my mother passed.

Four days after the cat appeared at my door, I asked Nancy if she knew who owned the cat.

Nancy told me the cat came over to her in the backyard several days before while she was thinking of her daughter.

“I felt this cat was sent to comfort me in some way since I love cats,” Nancy said. “I didn’t know where she came from, but she was well fed and wanted to hang around so I started feeding her.”

A few days later, Nancy saw a girl at the top of the field behind her house looking for something. She was looking for Daisy. The girl was watching Daisy for her mother-in-law who was in the process of moving from one place to another.

Nancy said that Daisy did not get along with the girl’s dog and preferred coming over to her house.

“Since I didn’t mind, the girl was just as happy to have me take her temporarily,” added Nancy. “I wanted to keep her.”

When Nancy told me Daisy’s story, my heart melted. I felt awful that I did not welcome her. She was as lonely and sad, missing someone as much as I was.

My remorse drove me to the store where I stocked up on cat treats. The next day Daisy came to my back door which was different from the other four days when she presented herself at the front.

In my mind she was now “Miss Daisy”, a sweet little animal in need of comfort.

I went outside and joined Daisy on the deck. She was a beautiful, affectionate tabby type cat, with dark brown fur highlighted with golden strips.

Miss Daisy and I became fast friends. I looked forward to her visits each day where we just sat together. I fed her treats and held her close in my arms.

She was warm and comforting at a time I guess we both needed it.

I don’t really remember how many days Daisy visited me, but I knew when her visits ended. I was distraught. I missed her terribly and feared the worst. I had no answers.

When I went over to see Nancy a few days after I realized that Miss Daisy was not coming back, she told me what happened.

While Nancy would have loved to keep Daisy, I would have as well, Nancy said Daisy’s went home. She had no tragic end like I feared. She was safely in the arms of the woman who loved her.

At a time of loss in both my life and Nancy’s, a little cat touched our hearts. I will never forget my friend Miss Daisy.

I still keep a fresh stock of cat treats in the pantry just in case Daisy ever comes back for a visit.

June 16, 2016 by admin

Learn From The Best…Eagles Story

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The Weekly Story, May 19, 2016

Learn From The Best
by
Helen Gibbs Pohlot

Joey Barrett was always up for a challenge. During the summer of 2010, it was no different.

When Chris Johnson, one of the older neighborhood kids, introduced his cousin Darryl as the fastest kid in three states… Joey’s pal Brad disagreed.

“Joey is the fastest kid I ever saw. There is no way Darryl can beat him,” Brad told the seven kids standing on the old school field.

“Okay, let see who is fastest,” Chris replied. “Come on Joey.”

Despite the two-year age difference, the boys were pretty much the same size.

Joey and Darryl lined up at a make shift starting point. Chris instructed them to run about 100 yards to the old school shed where he positioned Brad to determine the winner.

“Ready…set…. go”, shouted Chris as the two boys took off amid cheers from their friends. Darryl, 13, had an excellent start, taking an initial lead, but 11-year-old Joey soon overtook him, racing to a clear victory.

“Wow, you are really fast,” Darryl told Joey.

“Thanks!” said Joey.

Joey knew he was particularly good at three things: running, kicking a football, and school work.

Studying hard and playing to his full potential was second nature to him. He was the top fifth grade student at his elementary school and often referred to by local kids as “Northeast Philly’s future NFL star”.

As far as being fast, no one within a 20-block radius could beat him. Many kids tried, but Joey ran with lightning speed defeating over 18 opponents in the past month. Darryl was number 19.

Joey had no time to savor his victory. Glancing at his watch triggered immediate concern.

“Come on, Brad, we have to get home,” he yelled across the field.

The two boys sprinted down Brookview Road to their houses, which were next door to each other. Joey raced up the steps, yanked open the front door, and swiftly made his way into the kitchen.

“Whew, I just made it,” Joey said to his mom.

“Good thing you did or I would not be happy,” his mom Ann replied with a smile.

The Barrett family always ate dinner early on the days Joey’s father Bill, a Philadelphia fire fighter, was on the four-to-twelve shift. It was the only chance the family had to enjoy a meal together and talk.

“Dad, what time are we leaving tomorrow?” asked Joey eager to discuss the next day’s itinerary.

“Philadelphia’s Training Camp starts at nine, but we should get there about eight so you have a chance to get an autograph. We should leave here no later than 6:30. That will give us plenty of time,” said Bill.

“I can’t wait until tomorrow, this is going to be so awesome,” Joey said while his mom and dad sat down to eat.

Over dinner, the Barrett’s discussed Philadelphia’s upcoming 2010 football season in great detail. Bill was excited so many veterans were returning while Mrs. Barrett pointed out the excellent talent of the rookies.

After dinner Bill asked his son what his plans were for the rest of the day.

“Brad is coming over. We are going to practice kicking up at the field,” Joey said.

“Great, practice hard.” his dad replied.

“I am always trying to get better,” Joey said with a smile.

Joey constantly worked at bettering himself, both in school and in athletics. Joey was smart and a good athlete, but he never bragged. He told his parents that his eventual goal was to be an engineer, but first he would be a NFL kicker or a running back for his favorite team, Philadelphia.

There was no doubt in his mind that he had the skills to achieve his goal. By keeping sight of his objective and working hard, Joey knew he could do it.

But first, Joey had to learn from the best so he studied everything there was to know about his Philadelphia football team. He knew all the players and their stats. Based on his knowledge and research, Joey became better than most adults in predicting the 2010 season’s strengths and weaknesses.

Joey counted the days leading up to his trip to training camp. Bill arranged to have the day off. They would spend the whole day at Lehigh University in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, watching the Philadelphia players train. He couldn’t wait.

Joey loved going to Lehigh University. He was there once before for the Lehigh vs Lafayette football game with his Dad and Uncle Steve. Joey ‘s uncle worked with a former Lehigh football player. Together they drove up to Lehigh, arriving in time for a tailgate party hosted by “The Kings of Tailgates”.

Joey could not believe his eyes. “The Kings of Tailgates”, Dan Mulholland, his brother Bob Mulholland, and Robert “Gus” Gustafson all Lehigh alumni put out the most incredible display of food Joey had ever seen. He was amazed as they deep fried turkeys with all the fixings for about 300 people.

Dan, also a former Lehigh football player told Joey that since 2002, he, Bob and Gus put on the substantial tailgate to raise money. All proceeds are donated to Lehigh Football in the name of Roger McFillin.

McFillin, their close friend and former teammate died in 2002 at age 50.

“Roger was our 1973 football team co-captain and All-American linebacker,” Dan explained to Joey.

“We’ve raised in excess of $100,000 donated to Lehigh Football in Roger’s name.”

Joey and his dad deeply respected the honor, loyalty, plus hard work these men displayed. “We can all learn a lesson here about friendship,” Bill told his son.

Bill and Joey listened intently as Dan pointed out that for other home games, The Kings of Tailgates incorporate the opposing team’s mascot into what they are cooking.

“For a Bucknell game, the home of the Bucknell Bison’s we grill Bison steaks,” said Dan. “At our University of Delaware Blue Hens game, we serve Hens Cordon Bleu.”

Joey also met several former Lehigh football players including Kim McQuilken, the quarterback who, after graduation played for the Atlanta Falcons. Joey was thrilled to shake hands with a former NFL quarterback.

Joey would never forget that wonderful day at Lehigh. He told all his friends about the “Kings of Tailgates”.

Now he had the opportunity to go back to Lehigh and watch Philadelphia’s training camp. In his mind, nothing could be better.

Joey woke up before six the next morning. His dad was already in the kitchen drinking coffee wearing his favorite jersey. Joey was not sure if his Dad slept at all He briefly heard him getting in from work late around 2 AM.

Joey knew that nothing would stop him from seeing their team. They were both too excited. Today, they would see Philadelphia in action.

The ride to Bethlehem took over an hour. Joey and his dad enjoyed talking about their favorite players. Bill liked the defense while Joey liked the running backs and receivers.

“Dad, look at the tents. Oh this is great,” Joey shouted as they drove past the big sign welcoming everyone to Philadelphia’s Training Camp.

The parking lot for regular fans was almost completely filled, but fortunately they found a spot across from Goodman Stadium just a few yards from the site of “The Kings of Tailgates” spot.

Joey and his Dad were out of the car within seconds and heading down to the practice field where the starting offense was already warming up.

“Dad, there is the head coach and all-pro wide receiver,” shouted Joey.

A few minutes later the quarterback threw a short pass to the receiver who ran it for 30 yards.

Joey could not believe he was standing there just a few feet from his heroes.

“Joey, we have to find the designated area to get an autograph after the morning practice,” Bill reminded his son. “I don’t want you to miss meeting some of the Philadelphia players face-to-face.”

“Ok Dad,” he said.

Once Bill knew the autograph areas, he and Joey stood on the sidelines in the blistering heat watching Philadelphia run play after play.

Joey looked around and marveled at the most spectacular display of athleticism he had ever seen. It was very hot and humid, yet the players worked their hardest. Sweat poured from their faces.

Suddenly the crowd went wild as a rookie caught a pass and ran it into the end zone.

“Philadelphia looks great this year,” Bill yelled over to his son.

“Dad, this is the best,” said Joey happily as he inched his way closer to the mesh fence where he could have unobstructed views of the field.

“It doesn’t get any better than this,” Joey said to his dad who by this time was standing right next to him.

“You’ve got that right,” Bill replied.

“I can’t believe how big these guys are and yet they can run so fast,” said Joey. “They must work out very hard to play at this level.”

“They definitely do,” his dad said.

“Dad, I don’t know much about defense, but I heard you say that Philadelphia’s defense is the best,”

“It sure is! Philadelphia’s defense is legendary. See those two huge guys over there. In my opinion, they are the two best tackles in the league. We also have terrific linebackers.” explained Bill.

“I have been a Philadelphia fan since I was about five years old. I am hoping this year will be one of our best. We have the talent and the drive to win. I can’t wait for the season to start.”

Just then Philadelphia’s Coach came over near the fence line to talk to the star wide receiver, who was about two feet in front of Joey.

Joey felt like he was in the huddle and loved every minute of it. On the next play, the starting offense took the field. The wide receiver went deep. The quarterback bulleted a pass downfield to the receiver, who took off with startling speed for a touchdown.

“He is the fastest person I have ever seen,” Joey shouted to his dad in total amazement. “Do you think I can get that fast?”

“Yes! As you get bigger you may even be faster,” Bill told his son.

“That would be great. Someday I would really like to be out there going out for a pass and making a touchdown.”

After a few more plays, Philadelphia wrapped up the morning practice with some stretching.

Bill and Joey headed over to the autograph tents, but the crowd was massive. They waited in line, but never got close.

“I know what we can do,” Bill said. “Let’s stand by the side over there and maybe one of the players will sign your football.”

After a lengthy autograph session, the players started down a roped-off section where fans stood on either side. Joey and Bill positioned themselves by the field on the right side.

Most of the players signed anything the fans wanted as they walked down the roped aisle on the way to the field and locker room. Everyone got an opportunity for an autograph.

All Joey’s favorite offensive line players signed his football when he stood by the rope.

Unbeknownst to Joey, a Philadelphia team attendant also stood by the rope. He randomly selected children who got the privilege of accompanying one of the players on their walk down the field to the locker room. Joey felt a tap on his arm.

“Would you like to walk down the field with our tight end?” the man asked Joey.

“Wow, yes I sure would,” said Joey.

Joey’s dad was thrilled. He ran down the side to the front of the locker room to wait for Joey.

He was so proud of Joey and couldn’t wait to hear about his conversation with the tight end.

Joey was star struck when he first met the player.

“Hello Sir,” said Joey respectfully.

“Hi, what’s your name?” the player asked.

Joey responded in awe, but just as Joey got
his name out, the huge offensive guard joined them.

After the introductions, the guard said, “Hey Joey, it’s pretty hot out here today, isn’t it?”

“It sure is. I can’t believe you guys play so hard in this heat,” said Joey.

“We give it everything we’ve got,” both players said with pride.

“I saw you on television the other day where you said hard work was the key to success. Is that really how it is?” Joey asked the tight end.

“That is absolutely correct,” he replied.

“My dad, who is a Philadelphia firefighter, always says the same thing. He encourages me to practice, work hard and do my best. That is why he took me up here to your training camp to learn from the best, because someday, I want to play for Philadelphia as either a running back or kicker,” Joey said with pride.

“Did you both always want to be football players?”

“I always wanted to play football, but it takes determination, some natural ability and perseverance to achieve a goal. If you work hard and persist, you have a great chance,” the tight end said.

“I totally agree,” the guard added.

Joey could have talked to the two players for hours.

This was the best time he ever had. He looked over and saw his dad standing off to the side waiting for him.

“There is my dad,” Joey said to the Philadelphia players.

“He’s a fireman in Philly?” asked the offensive guard.

“Yes he is,” beamed Joey.

“Let’s go say hello,” the players said.

The two Philadelphia players and Joey walked over to Bill, who was astounded that the players took the time to meet him.

Joey proudly introduced his father, Bill Barrett, to the famous football players.

“How are you doing Bill, it’s great to meet you,” they both added shaking Bill’s hand.

“You have a great little man here who is really proud of his dad,” the tight end said.

“Thank you so much,” said a thrilled Bill. “This is a real pleasure for me to meet both of you.”

“Well, we wish we had more time, but we have to go eat lunch. See you later,” the guard said as he patted Bill on the back and shook hands with Joey.

“Keep working hard,” the tight end added, giving Joey a high five.

Joey and his dad were speechless. They stood there watching the two Philadelphia players walk into the building.

“This ranks right up there as one of the greatest days. That was unbelievable,” Joey’s dad said to his son.

Joey was so happy!

After lunch, the second practice of the day began. Joey learned a great deal about endurance and technique. He watched as both the defense and offense practiced in the 95-degree heat. By the end of the day everyone, including the fans, looked tired.

On the way home Joey and Bill still felt exhilarated by the day’s events, especially their meeting with the two star players. They couldn’t wait to tell Joey’s mom.

For the next several days Joey gave a detailed account of the Philadelphia Training Camp to all his friends while Bill shared his story with fellow firefighters

Two weeks later… Joey was up at the school field with Brad. Joey’s mom came driving up. She seemed really upset, calling across the field for Joey to come with her. He ran over asking, “What’s wrong?”

‘We have to go to the hospital. Dad is hurt. There was a major fire in an apartment house and the roof collapsed. I don’t know how bad it is yet,” she said, choking back tears.

“It’s going to be all right Mom,” Joey said bravely trying to make his mother feel better. “Dad is pretty tough, he’ll be okay.”

“I hope so honey,” she said as they drove to the hospital.

Reporters packed the front of the hospital building. “Why are all these people here?” Joey asked.

“They are covering the fire Joey. A lot of people got hurt,” Ann told her son.

Ann pulled up to the parking garage adjacent to the Hospital Burn Center, giving her keys to the attendant. Fortunately, a fire fighter buddy of Bill’s recognized Ann and Joey. He quickly escorted them through the crowd.

When they got upstairs, they found out that Bill was unconscious. Besides a head injury, he had burns on both his legs, with one broken, the doctor told Ann and Joey.

While the doctors worked on Bill, Ann and Joey sat in the ICU waiting room praying.

The Fire Chief came in to tell them that Bill heroically saved six children in the fire before the roof gave way.

Joey didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. So was his mom.

A few minutes later, a nurse told Ann that she could go in to see her husband.

“He woke up and is asking for you,” the nurse told Ann.

After seeing Bill, Ann came out and told Joey it was his turn to see his father.

“Dad is going to be just fine, Joey. He is awake and responding to treatment,” Ann said with obvious relief.

It proved to be a long day for the Barrett family. Ann stayed at the hospital while Uncle Steve and Aunt Marie took Joey home with them.

“Your Dad made the evening news,” Uncle Steve told Joey. “You did too, wearing your Philadelphia jersey.”

Joey was very happy that his dad was going to get better.

Meanwhile across town, the offensive guard Joey met at training camp was tired after practice. He drove home, walked into his house, sat down in a comfortable chair, and turned on the TV.

Switching the channel to the local news, the guard could not believe his eyes. Walking through a barrage of cameras in front of the University Hospital was the kid he met at training camp a few weeks before. He turned up the volume to learn about the fire and heroic actions of Bill Barrett.

The player immediately went to the phone and called his teammate, who switched on the news as they talked. He also remembered the father and son.

The two players talked for over 20 minutes and came up with a plan.

The next day, the doctors moved Bill to a regular room in the burn center. His vitals were good and the prognosis looked good.

Joey met up with his Mom that afternoon. She never left the hospital. She looked tired and drained, but was very happy her husband was doing well.

When Joey saw his dad, relief swept over him.

“Dad, do you feel any better today?” Joey asked.

“I feel 100 times better today, and I should be home in no time,” said Bill.
“Are you still practicing your kicking?”

Joey smiled, knowing that things were going to be okay.

Joey handed his father the latest Philadelphia football articles he’d clipped from the paper.

“I just wanted to keep you up on what’s happening with our Philadelphia team,” Joey said.

“We are well equipped to do that!” a voice outside the room echoed.

Joey gasped as the two players he met at training camp walked into Bill Barrett’s room carrying all types of football memorabilia.

“WOW! Unbelievable!” Bill happily exclaimed.

“We wanted to come visit you and wish you a speedy recovery,” they said.

“You’re the man, Bill. Saving those six little children was a real act of heroism. Their parents will never forget. They will always be grateful that they can hold their little ones because of you,” added the tight end.

The football players walked over to Bill… handing him an envelope, a few jerseys, and all kinds of Philadelphia football mementoes.

“Here’s some stuff to keep you busy,” they said.

“This envelope is from the Philadelphia organization.”

Inside the envelope, Bill found three season tickets.

Bill was overwhelmed. He sincerely thanked the players.

“Hey Bill, you honored what we do by coming to our training camp and games. Today, it is our turn to honor what you do in return,” the big offensive guard said.

“Joey, you should be very proud of your dad,” added the tight end.

“I am!” Joey said gratefully. “Dad always tells me to learn from the best. Today I did.”

June 16, 2016 by admin

Grandma’s Arrows

GRANDMA’S ARROWS

Helen Gibbs Pohlot

Before going to sleep on the eve of his big trip, Kathryn asked her three-year-old son Mikey why he loved going to visit his grandparents in New Hampshire.

Mikey thought about it. “Mommy when Grandma makes my favorite food and reads me stories, she makes me feel important. It makes me happy,” he said.

“I know Grandma and Grandpa love me. They do so many special, nice things for me. I want to go there all the time.”

Kathryn looked deeply in the eyes of her beautiful child, grateful that despite his young age he already knew the importance of family. She kissed his forehead and tucked him in for the night.

The next day they would fly to New Hampshire for the Thanksgiving holiday. Mikey, 18-month-old Natalie and her husband Mike would share in her family’s wonderful tradition.

Kathryn wanted her children to experience the same feeling she had when she was a child, that family is everything. She recognized her parents would do all they could to make the holiday a wonderful experience. Kathryn knew that they were all welcomed and deeply loved. She was as excited as Mikey to go home.

But Mikey shocked Kathryn when he told her that he prepared for the trip several days in advance. He collected his books, games and packed his bag. He looked forward to the six-hour flight from Arizona to Boston.

On the morning of the trip, Mikey was up at 6 am. He ran into Natalie’s room.

“Natalie, today is the big day. Time to get up,” Mikey said.

Mikey’s parents, Kathryn and Mike came into the room. Together preparations were soon underway for the trip back east.

Although Mike had to work, he would join his family in New Hampshire the following week.

“We are all going to be together at Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving,” Mike told Mikey and Natalie.

Mikey was ready to go. He brought a treat for the ride and grabbed a few toys that Natalie might like to play with on the ride to the airport.

At the airport Mikey’s dad unloaded the car and put all the bags on the cart for the attendant to check. Once they were checked in, everyone hugged and kissed their dad goodbye.

“We will miss you Dad, but we will see you next week. Love you,” called Mikey as they walked into the airport.

Walking through the airport, they went past security, and eventually got to the gate where Mikey got his first glimpse of the plane. It was huge.

“Mom, Natalie look out the window at our plane. It is so big, I can’t wait to see inside,” said Mikey.

When the announcer said it was time to board, Mikey, Natalie and Kathryn were first in line. The flight attendant showed them their seats. They had the whole row.

“Can I have the seat by the window so I can see the clouds?” asked Mikey.

“Sure Mikey. Natalie can sit next to you and I’ll take the aisle seat,” she said.

The thrill of takeoff and the climb to 30,000 feet was exhilarating for Mikey. He loved every minute of it. Looking out at the big puffy, white clouds amazed him.

When the pilot took off the seat belt sign, Natalie leaned over to see the clouds as well. Mikey told her what his mom told him on his first flight that the clouds hold the rain.

“Mommy said that clouds are made up of tiny droplets of water or ice crystals that are so small and light they can float in the air,” he explained to his sister.

Natalie and Mikey watched the clouds for hours. After the brief airline meal, the young family read books and played games until the pilot announced preparations for landing.

Mikey got very excited, the time had flown by. He knew his Grandma would be waiting. He loved coming to her house. The last time he was there, she prepared a special room for him with his favorite toys and books. She made him delicious cookies, plus he knew Grandpa would take him for ice cream. Mikey loved his grandparents and couldn’t wait to see them.

As everyone prepared to deplane, Kathryn called Grandma to let her know where to meet. Mikey then helped his Mom get Natalie in the little stroller. He secured his carry-on bag, put on his jacket and walked with his Mom off the plane to the baggage claim where Grandma would be waiting.

Mikey had strict orders to stay by his mom’s side while they walked to get the bags. He listened…. until he caught site of Grandma with a big smile etched across her face.

“GRANDMA” Mikey yelled at the top of his lungs then sprinted to her waiting arms.

Grandma hugged her adorable grandson… so very happy to hold him once again. She didn’t want to let go knowing she waited for this moment for well over six months.

With her daughter once again in her arms, Grandma felt great. She marveled at the incredible mother and beautiful woman that stood before her. Pride and love filled the air. Everything seem right with the world.

Hugs and kisses were in abundance as the joyful family gathered their bags and headed for the car where Grandpa was waiting.

The ride to Nashua, NH from Boston took a little over an hour. The conversation was lively and happy. When they pulled into the driveway, Uncle Chris, Aunt Lauren, Cousin Carter, Uncle Steve and Aunt Angela came running out of the house to meet them.

“What a wonderful surprise!” Kathryn said with tears in her eyes “Everyone came up to see us. Thank you.”

Kathryn felt wonderful seeing her family. She missed them very much. Mikey and Natalie were equally happy to see everyone.

Before leaving for the airport Grandma prepared a sumptuous meal for the entire family. Grandpa spent two days making his special meatballs. Not often did they get the chance to have everyone home. With the exception of Kathryn’s husband Mike who would be there in a week, Grandma and Grandpa had their whole family together. It was a special day.

Mikey loved spending the day with his grandparents, aunts and uncles and young cousin Carter. He told Carter all about the Hulk, his favorite Marvel character. They played for hours enjoying all the toys Grandma gathered in the family room.

After the family feast, it was time for the uncles and aunts to go home. Everyone happily agreed to meet up during the week for various activities. Mikey said

goodnight to everyone. He was tired and couldn’t wait to see how Grandma set up his room.

Just as he suspected, Grandma had all his favorite books even his new favorite, The Kick That Stunned Pittsburgh, right by his bed.

There were toys and wonderful things in his special room. Mikey was very happy. He walked into his Mom’s room where she was putting Natalie to bed. “Mommy, I love it here,” he said.

“Everyone loves having you here as well,” Kathryn told her young son.

Grandma came up the stairs. “I think it is time for a story. Do I have anyone who wants to read one?” she asked.

“I do, I do,” said Mikey while running into his room to get a favorite book.

Mikey sat down in Grandma’s lap while she read him story after story. Grandma really enjoyed reading to Mikey. He was very smart, filled with wonder and wide eyed innocence. Sharing these special moments of childhood with him brought her incredible happiness.

Once they finished the last book, Grandma said, “Mikey I want to tell you something. Tomorrow, I have to go to work. Unfortunately, I can’t spend the day with you, but when you get up I want you to follow the white arrows I leave for you. Follow the arrows until you see a big X which marks the spot of a special surprise just for you.”

Mikey kissed Grandma goodnight telling her that he would follow her instructions. He was almost too excited to sleep knowing he had a surprise waiting in the morning.

At 5:00 AM Grandma placed arrows around the large family room. To follow the arrows Mikey had to go over, under, around and up though an obstacle type course that would only prove to heighten his quest. She placed a big X right in front of the hidden surprise location.

By 6:00, Mikey was up and ready for the adventure. His Mom insisted that he stay in bed until at least 7 when she and Natalie would go downstairs with him.

At 7 am, they all went downstairs. Mikey entered the family room and saw the first arrow. He quickly moved on to the second then third until he had to climb around the big chair to find the fourth. Once he found the fourth, it was on to the fifth.

“I feel like a pirate looking for treasure,” Mikey said while looking for the next arrow.

After the fifth arrow, Mikey looked to the right of the TV where he saw a sixth arrow. About a foot from the sixth arrow was a big X in front of a planter. X marks the spot, he remembered what Grandma said. He quickly looked behind the planter and found his surprise.

Natalie and Kathryn ran over to see what he found.

Tucked neatly behind the planer were two harmonicas, one for Mikey and one for Natalie. Grandma knew Mikey would want one for Natalie as well.

Mikey was really happy. He loved the quest and enjoyed every minute of being like a pirate in search of his treasure.

“This is a great way of getting up in the morning,” Mikey told his Mom and Natalie.

Shortly afterward Grandpa came downstairs. Mikey filled him in on every detail of his special quest.

That evening all Mikey could talk about at dinner was Grandma’s arrows. She told him to follow the arrows each day that she cannot spend with him.

After his nightly story Mikey went to sleep looking forward to following the arrows the next day.

Kathryn caught her Mom just before she was going to bed.“Mom why do you get up an extra hour early to make these arrows for Mikey. You don’t have to do it,” Kathryn said.

“Kathryn, I love Mikey and Natalie. I want them to always want to come here. I wish that I could spend every minute with them because family is the most important thing in the world,” Grandma told her daughter.

Kathryn hugged and kissed her Mom. She felt fortunate to have such a wonderful human being as a parent.

At promptly 7 AM, Mikey, Natalie and Kathryn went downstairs.

The first arrow started in the kitchen and quickly turned left into the family room, over the ottoman. Arrow two went under the coffee table, arrow number three back over the couch, number four into a toy box and then five. Arrow six was about five feet from arrow five, under a chair where Mikey found the big X.

Mikey screamed with excitement. “I found it, I found It.”

Natalie was equally excited. She ran over to Mikey who found two books tied with red ribbons. Mikey and Natalie were very excited and pleaded with their Mom to read them the books immediately.

It was nearing 4 pm when Mikey asked his mother when Grandma was getting home. He waited by the kitchen door anxious to thank her for the second day of arrows.

When Grandma walked in Mikey bombarded her with thanks and questions. He was so happy and thanked her for the arrows. He loved his very special surprises.

On Day three, Mikey tried to get downstairs a little earlier, but his Mom stuck to her rule of 7 AM.

Something was different this morning. The arrows started by the TV. There are a series of arrows around the family room leading out into the kitchen, then another series of arrows in the dining room leading to the living room for a total of about 25 arrows.

“Wow this must be really special with all these arrows,” Mikey told his mom.

At the end of the arrows Mikey found the big X. There was a big thing covered in a sheet above the big X. Mikey pulled off the sheet to uncover a flexible flyer sled in front of the hall closet door.

“Mom what is this? Mikey asked excitedly.

“I’ll tell you what it is,” a voice called from within the closet.

With that the hall closet door opened and out walked Uncle Chris with cousin Carter.

“It’s a flexible flyer sled. Grandma arranged for us to all go sledding today,” Uncle Chris said amid cheers from everyone.

“Come on, let’s eat breakfast and go sledding.” Uncle Chris said.

Mikey had a wonderful time in the snow. It was so different than Arizona where it is warm most of the year. He loved the snow, throwing snow balls and riding down the hill on the flexible flyer.

This was a day Mikey would never forget and he thanked Grandma for arranging it the minute she got home.

He curled up with her on the couch as she read him his nightly stories.

On day four, the arrows began in the kitchen. They circled around the room and then entered the family room. They went up the wall then abruptly left, over the cabinet, around the two wing chairs and under the coffee table. A final arrow emerged by the French doors where Mikey proudly found the big X.

“Mom, Mom, I found it,” he shouted, very proud of his achievement.

Behind the curtain over the French door Mikey found an ornament making kit.

Much to Mikey’s delight, Natalie and he made ornaments for Grandma to hang on her Christmas tree.

“Mikey why do you think Grandma gets up especially early to leave you arrows and a surprise?” Kathryn asked.

“Because Grandma loves me and she feels sad that she couldn’t be here to play with me.” Mikey replied.

Kathryn could not believe the accuracy of her son’s reply.

Day five brought a whole new set of challenges for Mikey. Not only did the arrows lead all around the downstairs, they headed out to the sun porch. The arrows didn’t stop. Mikey counted more arrows than he had fingers, multiple times. From the sun porch the arrows pointed to the family room where Mikey found the big X in front of Grandpa’s chair. He looked around but couldn’t find the surprise. Under the chair around it, on top of it. He looked everywhere. This was the first day he couldn’t find the surprise. Just when he was about to give up, he looked at the chair and realized that it may be under the cushioned seat.

“It might be under the seat,” Mikey yelled to his Mom.

“Go for it,” she yelled back.

Mikey lifted the seat. A big smile came over his face. Under the cushion were two make your own putty monster kits. Mikey had been wanting one of these for months. He was so happy and immediately sat down to make his monster.

Even though he was only three, Mikey realized all the time, effort and thought his Grandma put in to make this so special for him. It was one of the best weeks of his life.

At 7 AM, on day six, Mikey, Kathryn and Natalie came downstairs. Mikey’s enthusiasm for Grandma’s arrows grew with each passing day. He couldn’t wait to get up each day to begin his quest. It was not the surprise that was important to him. It was knowing his Grandma made a special effort to make him happy each morning.

The house was very quiet. There was a hint of cinnamon in air. Mikey saw his first arrow at the beginning of the family room where the kitchen ends. He proceeded to the second arrow which was all the way across the room. He searched and searched, but couldn’t find arrow three. Finally, he spotted the third arrow, then the fourth and finally the fifth. The spacing was much bigger now making him move quickly from one side of the room to the other.

The fifth arrow pointed to Grandma’s chair where Mikey found the big X directly on the floor below. Mikey looked around and didn’t see any surprise. He looked closer at the quilt draped over the back of Grandma’s chair. He moved in closer, then a little closer.

Suddenly he pulled the quilt off the top of the chair. Grandma rose up from behind the chair with cinnamon rolls in her hand. Mikey shrieked with joy.

“Grandma’s home, Grandma’s home. I get to spend the day with Grandma. This is the very best surprise of all,” yelled Mikey who instantly ran into grandma’s arms.

Kathryn looked on in awe. Her three- year old boy got it. Family is everything.

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