Carl and The Seven Dwarfs

(Note: Edith bought a Christmas gift for Jake. Jake's dad is my godson and his grandfather Fred is my good pal back to the time that we were very small boys. Edith asked me to write a note, which follows, to include with the gift.)

In a place of honor, in the center of  Carl’s bureau in the master bedroom, somewhere in the hills of Delhi, stands a dwarf made of solid, hard rubber. This dwarf has traveled throughout Cincinnati, from Corryville to Clifton to Covedale to Westwood and now to Delhi. It endured a curious sister, a mother who liked to clean things and discard what was no longer needed, a dog and several cats and, for the past 30 or so years, a hellcat of a wife, Edith. 

More than 50 years ago, young Carl lived in an apartment above the bakery his dad owned on Vine Street in Corryville. The building was surrounded by concrete and Carl longed to live near the forests and fields. It was odd to see a small child like Carl read the Sunday Enquirer each week and then circle several farms in the real estate advertisements. He showed them to his dad explaining that those marked on the list seemed to be good prospects and asked if the family could get in the car and look at them. His father patiently put the visits off knowing that young Carl would soon tire of looking for farms. The quest didn’t end that quickly, however, and the young son would continue to circle the newspaper ads for years to come. 

What caused this interest in farms? Carl had a friend Fred. Carl’s father (also named Carl) and Fred’s father (also named Fred) were friends. Fred’s father was a machinist and bought a farm in Mt. Carmel but still kept his job. The Beinke’s had a garden and an orchard. They also had farm animals including pigs, chickens, rabbits, goats, a horse and a cow. Young Fred and his brother had to do their farming chores each day. But, they also had a large play area with acres and acres of trees and fields. Fred’s parents allowed Carl to stay at the farm one summer for a week. At that point he was hooked.

 Carl would stay at the farm each summer for a week. When it was time to return home, he would fuss and plead with his dad asking if he could stay longer. He could also sense that Fred’s parents had enough of him for the summer, but his pleading would continue none-the-less. In Carl’s mind, it was a wonderful place to live, especially since he could be with his curly-haired friend. There were lots of friends visiting the farm, and it provided competition to the Viking Club as a place to visit.

Regular visitors were Fred’s uncles, Jake and Sebastian. In fact, for a period of time, Uncle Jake lived at the farm and raised pedigree rabbits. Both uncles were single, and single people seem to have more money than those who are married. The uncles bought very nice presents for Fred and his brother. One year, Uncle Jake bought a whole set of seven dwarfs for the boys. They were made of hard rubber (plastics were not to be invented for another ten years) and were very expensive. When Carl visited that year, they played with the seven dwarfs much of the time.

When Carl’s week ended, as usual, he pleaded to stay. His friend Fred, hoping to make Carl feel a little better, gave him one of the seven dwarfs -- Sleepy. Carl was very, very happy. None of his friends had ever given him anything so nice. And now, after all these years, Sleepy still stands on his dresser in Delhi even though more than 30 of those years were with his hellcat wife Edith.

But the story is not quite over. Fred’s son Rob, and Rob’s wife Nicki, just had their first child. It’s a boy and they named him Jake, after Uncle Jake. Robbie’s Godfather Carl, being the thoughtful person that he is (or is it his hellcat wife Edith?) thought that this new little boy needed a set of dwarfs from Disney World much like the one Uncle Jake had given to Grandpa Fred. Maybe Jake will find a best friend he can share his set of dwarfs with and a long-time tradition of sharing with family and friends will continue.  

December 1997, Carl H.

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