Margie and Me

She surprised me, alone on her bike by the Amery Beach. Told me she felt like a swim but the water safety class had the beach that July day.
“Hi, Loren.”
“Margie. Strange to see you here.”
She smiled and said little except to ask if I wanted to ride bike together. She straightened my collar. I pretended to punch her in the stomach.

“Think you can keep up with me,” followed by her famous chuckle.
We rode to the culvert area where North Twin runs into South Twin. Usually there’s  a lot of fishing going on at this spot but not today.
We sat down facing South Twin, and at the same time asked each other how summer was going.
For me it was going great with lots of reading and an upcoming family trip to the Wisconsin Dells.
For her, a family reunion, plenty of reading, and sleeping in.
Throwing rocks, skipping rocks, a few words.
“Mrs. Wilson was nice, wasn’t she.” We just finished 3rd grade.
Me, I never thought about teachers and nice. Just grumpy ones and regular ones, but I told her she was fine.
Both back on our bikes, I asked her if she knew about the church tent by the football field.
“Yeah, I came by it to get to the beach.”
The tent site was deserted. We rode up to it quietly before dropping our bikes on the grass. Still no signs of life.
The sign advertised the “Amery Revival” Three nights, and the question: “Have you accepted Christ as your personal savior?”
Nothing but chairs under the middle section, and a platform on the north end.

“What’s that tank for? Dunk tank?”
We laughed. Too small for a dunk tank.
We both saw the name BAPTISM on it at the same time. Catholic Margie and Lutheran Loren: clueless about tanks like this.
We stared at each other, gazing around for adults. Then we looked down at our clothes and decided quickly that they were swim-worthy.
She walked up the steps at one end, and I came up the other. Touching our toes in the water, we felt it pleasantly warm. Laughing, we couldn’t believe we’d soon be swimming.

She jumped in, I eased in, and I laughed so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. She dunked her head, I dunked mine. I dunked her underwater and she did that to me.
“Can you believe this,” we both said.
Under water again, we held hands briefly, then pushed each other away. Underwater, held my breath, then came up gasping, and chuckling.
It was great, and I’m thinking it was mostly because of the water.
“We better get going.” All this time we watched for the “owners”.
We grabbed towels from the stack in back of the platform, just perfect. Walking out to our bikes, wiping our faces, wiping our clothes, our hair. We still laughed until our guts hurt.
Margie moved toward me, looked at each other, and half hugged for a few seconds.
“Let’s do this again sometime.”

What’s that tickling feeling in my stomach?

Mrs. Wilson and her third grade class of 1957. Me? back row, the tall one

9 Replies to “Margie and Me”

  1. What a sweet story of innocence and the budding of love.
    Looking at your school picture reminded me of my father’s words, “When the boys far outnumber the girls be prepared for a war when they grow up. It’ll all even out then.” Scary words for my sister and me. We had 7 boys between us.

    1. Loren Elkin says: Reply

      Cari, have to tell you that this tale of budding love is fictional, but nothing I wrote would not be possible. She was a sweet young lady, and we were more like brothers and sisters than anything else. And there was once a tent revival meeting in Amery, but I or we didn’t swim in the baptism tank. I had fun writing that one, and Margie died about 12 years ago. Did I write this to you already? Good Sunday to you, Cari.

      1. That you brilliantly combined a few events in your life doesn’t make me like the story less. It makes me admire your imagination more.

  2. So, is Margie in the picture of the class??

    1. Yes, Gary. She’s in the lower left, the corner.

  3. Emelie Lovelace says: Reply

    Great story, makes one remember those days, I would of been 12, summer, fun, the neighbor kids, bike riding. all those things. thanks for these writings.

    1. Emelie, I want to do more with this. Margie was a close friend but we, in truth, didn’t do this together. BUT I want to write more about us in the summer, going to both drug stores and buying pop and ice cream drinks. Margie died a number of years ago, but my goal is to get this and these Margie stories to her kids who are now in their 30s I’m guessing. And there was a tent set up within a stone’s throw from Soldiers’ Field, a revival meeting, but I’m not sure if they had a baptism tank. Stay warm, stay busy, Emelie.

  4. Paul Framsted says: Reply

    Is she Margie Adams? She was my favorite of my sister Marilyn’s friends. I named my 4-H calf Margie after her and I won a blue ribbon at the Polk County Fair!

    1. That’s the Margie. Margie and I never really did what I wrote about, it was fun writing about an incident and time of our lives where we would do that. I’ve got one more writing at least about her, a time where we have all of $2 total together and are able to buy the WORLD at Danielson’s and Chet’s. Yes, she was friends with Marilyn and Beth as well as many others. She died several years ago, but she was such a sweet person. Married Jim Bance. I’d like to get in touch with Margie’s kids and show them the story. Thanks for writing Paul, watch for a Paul in upcoming stories. It will be a combination of you and Paul Davidson–probably moreso you because PD doesn’t read the blog.

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