Chapter 1: Mosquito Road

Hayden and I were farm kids. Growing up in the fifties and sixties, that meant entertainment—as in dating—was limited to what we could do on the farm or what we could do at school and church. Hayden didn’t get his driver’s license until we were seniors and we still couldn’t do too much unless his father allowed him to use the car. We had our fun, but we were good kids and I wouldn’t let things go too far. It would have been so easy to just slip off into the woods and let nature take its course but I was desperately afraid of becoming pregnant. In 1966, birth control was all but unknown to us. We didn’t even have easy access to condoms.

I guess everything changed when Darnell got drafted.

If you visit the Viet Nam memorial in Washington, DC, you’ll find over fifty-five thousand names. Over half of the deaths were kids under twenty-one years old. Darnell was one. One summer when Betts was at horse camp and Brian was at science camp, we took a trip to the nation’s capital. I watched as Hayden searched the wall for the name of his best high school friend. When he found it, he sat in front of the wall and cried for nearly an hour.

The news that Darnell wasn’t coming home changed Hayden. Darnell was his best friend, a kind soul. He’d been drafted but went into the medical corps. It was so unfair that he was out there trying to save lives when his was taken. Hayden didn’t get drafted because he was a farm boy and was classified as II-C, an agricultural worker. It wasn’t a false claim. His father had depended on him since he was old enough to drive a tractor. Most days—at least during spring to fall—he worked on the farm from sunrise till sundown. Those were long days during the summer. I managed to get a job at the nearby Methodist Church as a secretary. It was only part-time, but I saved every penny I could. When Hayden asked me to marry him, I asked, “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting since we graduated.”