Martha had always been quiet and reserved. As a young child, attending school in a one room schoolhouse, her teachers decribed her as "studious" and "caring". She would help to wash the chalk board, and sweep the school house.
As a teenager MArtha spent her evenings reading to young children. Her wekends were spent making raspberry jam.
AS her mother and father wanted, Martha married young, 17 years old. Her husband, a successful buisness man who sold farm equipment, worked long hours, but returned home every evening to a clean and tidy house, his underwear ironed, his leather shoes shined and his scotch set by the fire.
By 25, Martha had 6 children. Ann, Jim, twins Bobby and Sue, Garfield and Frank. Each helped to clean the house, sweep the barn, tend to the family chickens and make fresh bread.
But Martha, dear Martha, was a women in waiting. Waiting for the day to be free, waiting for her chance.
And one day it finally came. Her dear husband, while resting in the sun room, reading the farmers almanac, the 6 children and their partners, the 16 grandchildren all driving to the house for the regular SUnday night dinner. What little did they know would happen.
As the family all arrived and her dear husband Jim senior, slowly walked to greet them, Martha slipped out the back door.
the house filled with laughter, dogs barking, children cahsing each other, Jim seior offering the men drinks. And no one noticed.
And minutes later the cukoo clock chimed 5:00, the sign for dinner. The fine china was set on the table, the turkey still warm and steamy, the butter notyetmelted onthe mashed potatoes.
The table filled with family, MArtha's seat remaining empty. And Jim senior called out, "Martha, MArtha dear come for dinner we are ready"
And the remained quiet. He called again, a slight panic in his voice, worry starting to settle in.
"Grandpa, Grandpa" called little Timmy, the toungest of the grandchildren. There is a note on the table.
In Martha's neat writing, "To my dear family" was written on a crisp white envelope. It smelled of her perfume when they opened it.
And they read.....
Sorry sucka's, I'm outta here.....Finally time to be a roadie. I'm a Belieber.