Sunday, August 9, 2015

Intelligence meets the family 'hooey stick'

published June 16, 2011
in the Stockton Sentinel
Stockton, Kansas



            A few weeks ago, Bob and I made a trip home (Goessel, Kans.) to meet the newest member of my family. Back in March, Felicia, a niece of mine, who we knew was engaged, surprised us all by sending everyone a wedding announcement. This was not the typical wedding invitation announcement. Instead, this was a post-wedding announcement, letting everyone in the family know that she had gotten married that weekend. It might have seemed strange if it weren’t for the circumstances. Her husband, who goes by “Junior,” is a sergeant in the Army and was stationed at Ft. Hood, Tex., in anticipation of his second tour of duty. But before Junior left, he wanted to marry Felicia so that she would be taken care of with family benefits through the Army. He was going through very rigorous training and had limited free time, so after several phone calls and some quick planning, Felicia and Junior got married in a beautiful park near the base. Junior’s parents, a brother and a grandma, Felicia’s parents (my brother), and her sister and brother, were there for the occasion. While it was a whirlwind of a wedding, it was understandable, given the situation they were in. And at the end of May, Junior was deployed and is now in Afghanistan.
            Some of you may remember that last fall I told you about our family “hooey stick” which my dad introduces to every first-time visitor. This two-piece contraption – a dowel rod that you rub against a second wooden stick with carved “bumps” on it and a “propeller” at the end – manages to make an appearance to nearly every guest in the Goertzen home. Since this was Junior’s introduction to my family, I knew it was only a matter of time before the hooey stick showed up. And sure enough, after supper was over and cleared away, it happened – there was my dad, demonstrating to Junior the fine art of operating a hooey stick:  you rub the hooey stick just so and the little propeller turns clockwise; you say “hooey” and the little propeller stops momentarily, then turns counterclockwise. After watching in amazement as the propeller first went right, then left, right, then left, Junior was ready to give it a spin. He was sure he get this little whirly-gig to obey his commands, but it didn’t work for him any better than it works for almost anyone else.
            Of course, the hooey stick had to get passed around the room for some in the family to prove they knew the secret and for others to admit they (still) did not. Junior, with his military determination, was not giving up however, and he watched as my dad demonstrated it again. Suddenly, Junior noticed something he had missed before. He took the hooey stick back and, sure enough, he had that little propeller spinning so good it could have lifted him out of his chair. But try as he might, he could not get it to change directions. No amount of “hooey” or stomping his feet or holding his nose just right would get it to reverse its spin. It finally took just a little coaching to see the trick involved in changing the direction of the propeller. But this was a major accomplishment! To my knowledge, Junior is the only person who has figured out the mystery of the family hooey stick.
            That’s a good sign. We were all thoroughly impressed with this young man and quickly learned to appreciate him. He blended well with our family as if we had known him for a long time. That, in itself, says a lot for a young guy meeting his new bride’s family for the first time. And then, to top it off, he mastered the hooey stick! Junior scored big that day! I should mention that Junior’s position in the Army has him in the “Intelligence” department. We think that may have something to do with his ability to decipher the code in the hooey stick department, too.
            Godspeed, Junior, as you serve our country in Afghanistan. We’re praying for your safe return in a year and a much larger wedding reception and welcome home celebration. 
            And “Happy Father’s Day!” to my dad, who finally has someone in the family with as much hooey as he.  

 My dad, giving lessons on the "hooey stick"

 Junior is the only "new" member of 
the family to figure out the mystery
of the family hooey stick. 


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