Donkeyland, Minnesota (Part Three - Mother and Paper Dolls)

((Part Three, concerning Elsie Evens and Earnestreprimand Bryan, and Bryan would stand like a
Manning) (1920-2003))statue listening, and the man or woman, or
She was a young white girl, and had a little skiwhomever, was driving, would start back up the
jump for a nose and her hands were strong. Longroad, Bryan would again grab that bumper. The
before the time during which I knew her (havingboys just let him grab it, gave him a whirl of a
not been born yet), she was a meatpackertrip.
working at SWIFTS' slaughterhouse, in SouthHe never really had a girlfriend, and when he did
Saint Paul, across the Mississippi River, from St.find one, got her pregnant, she left him, and he
Paul, Minnesota, and drove to work in a greenwent into his father's garage one day, started his
1950-Chevrolet, owned by her longtime boyfriend,father's car up, locked the doors, laid under the
Earnest Manning, and they'd often go on long ridescar's frame and went to sleep forever. Two
on the weekends through the streets of St. Paul,week before that, he asked Jesus in to his heart,
up by the North Shore, and thereabouts. SheChick Evens prayed that day with him.
never married him. Later on in life, after herFor many years she acquired a few friends,
father Anton had passed on, and his monies leftsome from her childhood school years, others
for distribution, she had purchased the large housefrom work, but mostly it was family. Sometimes
they (Anton, Elsie and the two grandkids) hadaround Christmas, in a playful or talkative mood,
lived in, by giving up her portion of the inheritance.she'd tell about how she got paper dolls for
As a young girl she was quiet, hard working, hadChristmas, it was all her father could afford. But
lived with her several sisters and brother in anshe'd talk briefly on it; not wanting to blather on
orphanage after her mother had died in 1933 ofold sentiments, like her Russian father, the
double-pneumonia. Her hair was darker brownlaughter was short lived.
than light, and to many people she seemed veryThe story of Elsie Evens and her forty-year
stern, and strong and at times outspoken.courtship with Earnest Manning-(tall he was, with a
Everyone in the neighborhood wondered why shethin mustache, and hair combed back, which
never married Earnest, who also worked as abecame-) of which she became his unspoken
painter like her father, and he worked out wherecompanion, is a very curious story. It is at best
Elsie worked, at SWIFTS Meats.awkward, and at the same time delicious, in a
Her hands and knuckles were extraordinarily largeway, like the twisted apple tree that grows
and had a rough and scaly surface, reddish witheverywhichway, but produces nice sweet apples,
harsh looking scabs, due to allergies she assumedin the orchards of Donkeyland, she was the only
and the doctor assumed and called Eczema: aone perhaps so independent. Had it not been for
term for different types of skin inflammationMr. Manning though, finding a house in his
(dermatitis). And it brought on a constantneighborhood for sale, for Tony-Chick Evens'
itchiness, forming the redness to near the bones;grandfather, to relocate, because the state had
at times dry as a desert well, irrupted by soapsordered the old man off his own property, to
and detergents, cleaning products, lotions andbuild a complex of houses for the poor, the whole
creams. Once on a hot day in July, in 1987, shehousehold would not have moved from Arch
prayed she said, and thereafter-now a new bornStreet over two miles to Cayuga Street. It was
Christian-forever more, she forgot all about havingthat simple.
Eczema, it had disappeared never to return: asThe death of her father had set a train of new
would be the case to her forty-years of smokingideas, and thoughts for Elsie she was now more
cigarette after cigarette.independent than ever before, perhaps not to the
Donkeyland had forgotten-or perhaps never tookliking of Earnest. Her children now grown up, she
into account of-the older folks of thefound a new passion. She talked to her passion
neighborhood, but they never bothered themand allowed no one to interfere, she became a
either, there was an unspoken code, you neverborn again Christian, and there was a strained
talked back to one of the parents of the gangeager quality in her voice to set things right with
members of which perhaps there were thirty orHim, between her relationship with Earnest in
more, or stole from them, or hurt them inparticular. She told him, as plain as it could be told,
anyway, it was near to the unpardonable sin: theand as blunt, that if she had to pick between
seeds of something very awful. And as I say thisJesus Christ and him, it was Jesus, that either he
I must point out two occasions, and only two thatwas to marry her, or break the relationship off. It
I ever heard of: Reno one morning stole somewasn't as easy as it sounds, as I make it sound.
tools from Mouse, and it became so unbearableAnd in his eyes, he looked devastated, he was
for him to live in the neighborhood, he voluntarilyten-years her senior, and growing old quickly,
brought them back, but a scarlet mark wasdrinking picked up, and he died in 1990, perhaps
pinned on him forever (that was back when Renothree years after that statement, proclamation,
was starting to take drugs, alias, in time he'd beperhaps of a broken heart, and a swelled liver. He
sent to prison for that very reason, and that isjust could not marry her, plus, his children of
where he'd die). The second case, was whenwhich he had two were set on not letting the
Lorimar Williams brother, Bryan, tried to pull themoney escape their presence.
air conditioner out of Anon Evens' house, ElsieIn any case, the two had become different, no
spotted him as she came home from work.longer were they much alike, each other in their
Because of his mental deficiency, the police wasown world you might say, and not much room
not brought into the case, and it was hushedfor God and Darwinism. Earnest did say one
up-somewhat in the neighborhood. He was theprayer one day over the phone with Chick Evens,
clown of Donkeyland, I guess we all them. He'dand forgot he had said it a week later, he had
run after a car in the winter, any ole car, grabasked Christ into his life, and let's hope he meant
onto its bumper, and take a skiing ride up Cayugait.
Street free, and when the car would stop, and