Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
Every day this week, I have gotten up thinking about Jackie, so I will continue with some thoughts about her.
When Tommy asked for memories, one immediately came to mind. We worked with senior high kids at camp, and it seemed like the kitchen never fixed enough food for them. One day Jackie and I went to the cooks and said, "could you fix more gravy? We aren't going to have enough." So they did, only they took their own sweet time. By the time the gravy arrived, the kids were finished eating and most had left. At that time we were eating outside in the tabernacle, and not in the dining hall. We did that a lot. It was extra trouble but we liked it better outside.
I looked at Jackie and said, "what are we going to do? We can't send this gravy back inside or they won't fix anything tomorrow!" Finally we decided to get one of those huge plastic mayonnaise jars that industrial kitchens always have, and pour the gravy in it and take it to our room. Don't ask me what we planned to do with it after that!
When we got back to the dorm, we were standing in the hall talking and I was holding the mayonnaise jar. All of a sudden it slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. I was covered with gravy from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head! All I did was stand there yelling! After Jackie quit laughing so hard she was crying, she went to her room and got towels and cleaned me up, laughing hysterically the whole time.
This story describes Jackie completely. She cleaned up messes. That's what she did. She was always cleaning up other people's messes. Who is going to do it now?