By Marilyn Claus
I’m not exactly sure when this story was written, but it
must have been in the 70’s, back in the days of the typewriter. You won’t find this story on any dusty
shelves but mine, as it was written by my mother for a college class.
I took many hikes out to the Big Rock in the Morton
Arboretum during my childhood. At that
time, the spot was not well marked, so we were usually the only ones on the
trail. Once at the rock, we would
scramble to the top and think about how this huge boulder was dropped in that
spot by a long-ago glacier that was pushing its way across the land. Imagine how long it sat unseen by human
eyes. Imagine all the generations of people who
stumbled upon this rock in the past.
This little work of historical fiction imagines just
that. Told in three parts, from the
points of view of three different children from past centuries, the story
examines how different our lives are from those of our predecessors, yet also
how like them we are.
The first part tells the1765 story of Dreaming Dove and
begins with her lying on the big rock in the sun, feeling the spirit of the
rock embrace her. She had little time to
rest though, since her clan was busily preparing for the cold season
ahead. Besides that, her brother’s
naming ceremony was coming up, so there was extra food to prepare. She had to sew leggings from softened
deerskin, gather moss to line her baby brother’s rabbit skin coverings, collect
firewood, and grind corn. Dreaming Dove
dearly loved her family, her clan, and her home near the big rock.
The second part jumps to 1860, where a little German girl
named Maria lives in a cabin near the big rock with her family. It was Saturday, so she didn’t have school,
but there was plenty of work to do to prepare for her baby brother’s
christening. There would be potato
salad, headcheese, pfeffernusse, and kuchen.
It was a beautiful fall day, and in the afternoon she had a little time
to go outside. She climbed over the
fence, and ran out to the big rock that was out past the woodpile. As she sat atop the rock watching the clouds
drift past, she thought about how lucky she felt to be in this new land and wondered
about the Indian children who used to play there.
Fast forward a little over a hundred years, to present
day. A little girl named Carolyn is
excited to be going with her Grandma to the Morton Arboretum for a walk. After finding Parking Lot 14, they get out to
walk on the Big Rock Trail. Once there,
Carolyn climbs up on the rock and she and Grandma talk about the Indians who
lived and hunted right on that land.
While watching the clouds drift by, they talk about girls a generation
before having to play and climb wearing skirts.
They also talked about how much fun her little cousins Baptism party was
going to be that weekend. Carolyn feels
so lucky to be living in the present day and age.
And so we see that while the particulars of day to day life have
changed, sometimes drastically, little girls still dream, still celebrate with
their families, and still find joy in nature.
I think Dreaming dove, Maria, and Carolyn would be good friends!
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