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every day, Winter or Summer, rain or shine, the old man
sat in a blanket-wrapped chair on the porch.
Each time a car or a truck or even a boy on a bicycle passed,
the old man eagerly stretched out his hand and waved.
Strangers often only stared in response but those who knew
watched for him and waved back. Since he had retired and
moved to town to live with his son, the old man had become a
kind of custom.
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No one questioned him,
no one wondered. He was
as much a part of the land
scape and of the town as
the corner grocery and the
feed mill. He was a land
mark, the old man who
rocked and waved.
On sunny days he could
see almost across the miles
. to what had been his own
fields. He could sit and
dream of the rich years of
his strength and the lean
years of his failures. On
dark days, he let his mind
serve as his eyes.
When the young Zearling
boy drove by in his hot rod,
the old man waved and re
membered the boy's mother
and reflected that he had'
good stuff in him, though
folks thought him a mite
wild these days.
When old Doc Stenson
chugged by in his battered
coupe, the old man wore a special smile. Doc Stenson had been
a young man the night he brought the son into the world. He'd
driven all night through the snow. The old man considered Doc
Stenson one of the dedicated ones. ' -
It was like that when the old man waved. It was the waves of
another kind breaking on the clear shores of his remembrance.
When a car stopped one day, he rose rustily to meet the
stranger who strode briskly to the steps.
"Say, old man," said the stranger, "I'm new in these parts, .
but I've been asking about you. Nobody seems to know why it
is you sit here and wave' at everybody. You've even waved at
me and we've never met."
The old man was delighted. He had a new friend.
"No," he said, "I don't know all the folks I wave at. But I
wave. It seems neighborly and it don't hurt none. And a good
many are my friends or their kin. I like to think about them and
what I can remember of them."
The stranger chuckled and turned back to his car.
"Well, I guess you can wave if you want to. But you sure
must be lonesome."
Something about the old man in the sunlight sagged and died.
"Why, yes," he whispered to himself. "I guess I am."
He sat down in his chair and slowly, with infinite care, he
wrapped the old blanket around his shoulders.
Family Weekly, February t, 1959