Wednesday, June 18, 2008


I've had a few things I would like to write about, but I've been without the pictures that I needed to give impact to what I wanted to say. Here's one of the posts. Hopefully 1 or 2 more in the next couple days.

About a week ago my mom called to ask if we've ever watched a movie titled "Holes". We sure have. She then asked what it was about, so I told her. If you haven't seen the movie or read the book, it's pretty entertaining. Actually I haven't read the book, but we all know it's usually better. I'm usually more of a realist. There is some definite fantasy, but I still like the story. Here I go wandering from the point. After I told Mom about the movie I asked why she was randomly calling to ask about it. "Well, I've been digging so many holes, I finally remembered the name of the movie".

Here's what happpened. My parents have had some plumbing work done by a friend. He asked when the septic tank was last pumped. Ummm......never. I think their house is about 22 yr. old. So it was time to dig to find the top of the tank. Mom and Dad discussed where it was, and came to a consensus. Quite a few that regularly stop here to read know Dad. For the few that don't, he's blind and his health doesn't allow him to help with things like digging. (Side note...he could sure use any prayers you're able to lift for him. His health has been far from stellar. Feeling awful all the time has been very exhausting for him.) So Mom dug in (pun intended). After a little while my uncle showed up and helped for awhile. They worked a few hours on Saturday morning with no luck. The following Monday another family friend (Thanks Sam) came over and helped look some more, using the tricks he had in his bag. Still no tank.

I think Mom called with her question on Wednesday evening. She had dug and dug to no avail. I suggested that she follow the pipe from the side of the house, but knew that would be the long way around the house to get to the barn, so to speak. A day or so later, she decided that even though she didn't really want to go that route, it was not looking hopeful just digging in the places they thought the tank was.
Here's a picture from the roof, taken by same uncle who did some of the digging. Thanks Ardi! I tried climbing the antenna to get to the roof, but chickened out. I think my legs must have gotten shorter because it sure was a lot easier when I was 10. Hmmm. You can see a pretty definite line of holes, following the pipe.

These are some of the more random holes where we were all sure the tank was. I wish you could see them up close because they look much larger when you're standing right by them. The ones following the pipe are each about 18 in. wide by 2-3 ft. deep. Thats a LOT of digging.
This past weekend, I was in Sturgis on Saturday to celebrate Father's Day with my Dad because I had to be in Fort Wayne on Sunday. Friday evening out she went again determined to find that tank. I was doing the dishes and then heading out to help. Determined she was because about 10 minutes later she came back inside just bursting with pride. SHE FOUND IT!!!!

I have to say I'm pretty proud of my mom on this one. My Grandma Eichorn said it well. "She just doesn't give up easy, does she?" Sometimes a stubborn streak needs correction. Other times, though, you just have to respect it. Who ever thought so much work would be involved just for the privilege of sucking poo from a concrete box?

Here's the theme song from the movie. Needless to say I played that one for Gerri a time or two.


Mary said...

I have always had a lot of admiration for your mom. She has a lot of quiet strength that deserves respect.

That is a lot of holes.

Sherri said...

I don't think I know your mom or dad and would love to meet them sometime. You mom definitely needs to see that movie if she hasn't already. :)

Rosetta said...

I enjoyed the post, Cheryl. I, too, admire your parents-they are the true testimony of keeping their marriage vows-through it all.
Speaking of your Dad being blind. I remember taking him to K-zoo for dialysis years ago-we visited as we drove.
For the rest of you reading this, Marv was already blind at the time. When we got to Kline's Resort (near Vicksburg) he told me to look to the right at the large propane tank way back in the field. He said that he had helped put that tank in! I was amazed! I hadn't told him where we were. He said that he could tell where we were by the bumps in the road and the turns I took. Then when we left Bronson Hospital he told me where to turn and what roads to take-he knew where we were just from leaving the parking garage! I think of him every time I go past Kline's resort! I will keep him in my prayers. thanks for sharing!

heather said...

Cheryl, Your mom is an amazing woman. She takes everything in stride. I will be praying for your dad.

By the way Donovan was reading your post with me and said next time use a stiff steel rod to find that stinkin' tank.