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Chapter 24 Scotcharoo’d: What’s in a name? A few things! Here in Rolfe the gas station we used to have was called “The Pronto.” Now we have a nice, new gas station with a larger eating area. A favorite place for farmers to meet and shoot the breeze, and gaggles of ladies as well (rarely at the same time!).
While the new place just a few hundred feet down the block was being constructed, there was a contest were you could enter your name suggestion for our new fancy place. I am an extreme creature of habit! I wanted it to be “The Pronto” as well! No? Okay, how ’bout “The PronTWO!”? (Because in my crafty mind, I knew it would still be called by it’s original name)
Well, I lost. I stubbornly and for a long time continued writing my checks to “The Pronto” when I would make my purchases (in Iowa it’s no shame to write checks, people do it all the time. So I do too. This place was meant for me. I’m not good at remembering to enter every little entry into my checkbook, but those little carbons! THOSE I can easily SEE!). Anyway, I was told I had to use the new name, otherwise the checks wouldn’t work. But I still call it “The Pronto” in my heart!
So when I needed a setting for Maxwell and Marlene’s second meeting, well. Reliance, Iowa doesn’t have a restaurant, but they have a gas station! I decided to call it…nope! Not “The Pronto”! The Giddyup.
As Marlene makes her way into the gas station to meet Maxwell, trying to keep the plastic wrap on her Scotcharoos in the constant Iowa wind, she meets two farmers on their way out. It’s a small thing, but the first farmer is named for what was to me a main character here in town. Several days before our first Christmas here, Julie, her husband Scott and I were walking around town. It was a beautiful, snowy day and there was a feeling of well being and joy. Not for any particular reason, there just was. With all three of us. At once.
Just walking down the street, knowing everyone who passed in that short amount of time that we lived there (because there weren’t that many to know), waving, shouts of “Merry Christmas” without a second thought…and up comes Tom in his large red dual wheel truck to chat for a bit. And he gave us caramels. And it was the cherry on that day.
Tom passed away recently. In this first book of the series there aren’t a lot of names to hand around, but I knew that one of them would be for him.
The second farmer is Spencer. A wonderful, classic name. And, it also happens to be the name of a very dear, dear friend’s son. So there you have it!