Angel and Thunder
Bonnie Boerema
©
Copyright 2017 by Bonnie Boerema
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Angel
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Thunder |
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My
husband’s a retired cop, and when we met he was living in
Missouri, out in the
boonies on his forty two acre place that he’d bought in 1998.
He lived one hundred
miles from my home in Springfield, Missouri. While he was a cop in
Chicago,
he took three vacations a year to drive down to his place, and work.
When
we met in 2008, in Springfield, he drove me down there to see his
place,
and
what he’d done with it. He’d mowed a large portion of
lush green grass in
the
front and back to make a beautiful lawn, and bush hogged all the
fields with
his
tractor. He also got the driveway paved, and had him a three car
garage built.
In
it he kept his red Ford Bronco, riding lawn mower, tractor, and his
many tools he’d
accumulated over the years, hanging on the back wall over his work
bench.
When
we drove up in the back drive by the garage and back porch, I spotted
two
horses.
Thunder was a male Appaloosa, and a real match for Kenny. He’d
tried
to
ride him twice. Thunder bucked him off both times. He had a
personality all
his
own. He took to me as soon as I walked up to the fence. His two very
large,
shiny
eyes full of mischief, were warming up to me. I’d lived in
Springfield most
of
my life, and wasn’t familiar with horses.
Then
he took me on a tour of his house. He’s very good with wood,
and can make
or
build just about anything. When we went into the house, I saw his
expertise with
wood.
He’d rebuilt the old kitchen with tiles, and put in a stainless
steel double sink,
and
up-to-date faucet. He’d put in a black stove top and oven, with
a matching black
refrigerator.
He made at one end of the counter top, a built-in cutting board, with
gray
tiles
completing it. Then we went into the man-cave, den area. I saw a huge
bookcase,
entertainment
center. The bookcase/entertainment center was loaded with his
extensive
library
of books he’d read through the years. He was into western
culture, having lived
in
California, New Mexico, and Colorado. For two years he’d lived
on an Apache
reservation
in New Mexico. He’d bought an antique pot-bellied stove at an
antique
place,
and set in this room. To add light to the room, he’d put in a
cathedral ceiling.
A
huge picture of John Wayne, oxen yokes, and other assorted antiques
were hanging
above
the entertainment center. He’d once owned a white baby grand
piano in Chicago.
But
when he moved to Missouri, he brought an older piano. Being a
singer-songwriter,
he
needed his piano.
He’d
built a spare bedroom off the man-cave. It had painted walls with
lots of wood
trim.
There were very neat pictures showing the workers who built the
Waldorf Astoria
in
New York City, with their legs hanging from the scaffolding, At those
heights, it was
very
dangerous work to get the exclusive and beautiful hotel built. He;d
built a long closet
on
one end of the spare bedroom.
The
master bedroom was at the end of the house. That’s where he had
his large television
and
bed. With help from a neighbor, Danny Barker, they built an adjoining
deck.
He
‘d had plush beige carpeting installed throughout the house.
The entire house had a
certain
charm and ambience that reflected his life and travels.
When
Kenny gotten Angel, a beautiful quarter horse, she’d been
abused by the previous
owners.
She was sickly a lot, but would let him ride her. She was a sweet
natured, calm
and
gentle horse. One time, when he hadn’t yet gotten a fence built
for them yet, his neighbor, Alex
suggested putting tires around their hoofs to keep them from running
off. Thunder was so
spooked by the tires, he galloped down the hill, by-passed the gate,
flew past the pond, and
came
roaring into Alex and Linda’s yard, and scared Linda to death.
Thunder had quite a
temper,
and was very jealous of Angel. Some times his jealously got the best
of him. One time when
I was giving Angel extra food to fatten her up, it made Thunder so
mad that when they
got
back out in the field he let out a snort, ran up to her and kicked
her. Angel died in 2011.
Thunder
took it really hard. We could hear him carrying on all the way to the
house.
One
morning the first year we were married, I put my heavy sweater on,
and went for a
brisk
morning walk past the barn to the tall pines section, in the back of
his place. Our
neighbor,
Alex had a hunter’s hutch up high in the pines, where he could
scout for deer. He
claimed to have seen wild bears on his place. Once Kenny saw two
wolves run right
by
him in one of his fields. Alex, being a professional hunter, had
studied bears, and all
other
bird and animal sounds. He sawing me walking by his hutch, and he let
out a loud
bear
roar.
I’m
not a country girl, and thought it was a real bear chasing me. Scared
to death, I took off running
for the house as fast as my legs would take me. Of course, Alex and
his buddy this
was
hilarious. Him being the prankster that he was when I finally reached
our back porch,
they
were laughing so hard, they were slapping their sides. With his job,
he traveled some, mostly
in Missouri, Tennessee, Kentucky, and other parts of the mid west. He
was a blow-hard,
braggadocious,
and everybody around the area knew him. He was on one of West Plains
radio
shows about hunters.
One
time he drove over to our place to see Kenny. He said, “Did you
hear about me?”
Kenny
said, “No, Alex I didn’t hear about you.” Alex
said, “I was elected to the hunter’s
hall
of fame, and named the top hunter in the country.”
In
June of 2009, we took a trip to Kenny’s home town, Chicago. We
left home at 5:00
a.m.
and got into down town Chicago around 11:00 a.m. on Monday. We stayed
at a HiltonGarden
Inn Hotel down town. After we freshened up, we went for a walk down
Michigan
Avenue.
We browsed in some of the shops, went through a Nordstrom’s
department store,
and
bought some chocolate in a candy shop.
Tuesday,
the next morning, we ate breakfast, boarded the Navy Pier bus, and
rode to the
Navy
Pier with the giant ferris wheel. He and I rode the ferris wheel, and
played around
the
tourist side for a while. Then we loaded back up on the Navy Pier
bus, to head back down town
Chicago. Tuesday night we went up to the top of the Hancock building,
and had dinner
on
the top floor.
Wednesday
we checked out more shops and businesses. Walking down Michigan
Avenue,
we
saw the tall Chicago Tribune building office. Thursday was our go
home day. We got
breakfast
at a McDonald’s. Right beside it, at the time Donald Trump was
building a new
Trump
Tower. After we ate, we walked close to it, watching the workers and
all the
pigeons
under our feet.
Then
about noon, we started home. Kenny had asked his friend, Ted to feed
the horses,
and
keep an eye on them while we were gone. When we got home, Angel was
sick. She didn’t
get better for two or three weeks. We lived four years on Kenny’s
place. Eventually
Alex
pissed him off, lying to him. In September , Labor Day, of 2012 he
sold his place.
We
started looking for a house.
We
found my dream house one mile out of the city limits of West Plains,
Missouri. We
negotiated
with the contractor, to buy the house with two acres of land. He
finally came
down
on his price by $20,000, and we bought it. We moved into it on
November 1,
2012.
In March, 2014 we flew to Key West, Florida on a belated honeymoon
vacation.
We loved what we saw of Key West, Florida. We stayed one week at the
Casa
Marina Hotel in Key West, and had a great time there. We liked riding
the
Trolley
that picked up up at the hotel, took us down town. The trolley driver
narrated
Key West historical sites, favorite restaurants and bars, and tidbits
of
interesting
Key West history.
When
we got back home, my husband was busy looking up condos and homes to
buy in
Southwest Florida, on the coast. He moves fast. In May we drove to
Naples and
Marco
Island to check them out. When we drove over the S.S. Jolley Bridge
that separates Marco
Island from the mainland, we thought Marco Island was beautiful, eye
candy. We
rented
a condo on Bald Eagle the first year. In June of 2015, we bought a
condo four miles
from
Marco Island.
In
our new condo, our frequent visitors are two alligators in the lake
behind our condo,
who
swim by almost daily, very close to the shore. When we first moved
here, we heard
about
an alligator, who came up on the grass. A man from who lives across
the street
drove
into our driveway, with his dog. When they got out of the car, the
dog barked. The
alligator heard the dog bark. He ran away. But he heard the dog, and
came after
it.
He had the man’s leg in his mouth. Two men from Florida
Wildlife came to the man’s
rescue,
and beat the alligator to death.
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