Tell Me Why

"But why, Murray, why?"

As a kid, I dreaded those words--usually because they had been preceded by some sort of failure on my part (whether moral or otherwise). The variation on that particular theme, of course, was "Why not, Murray, why not?" That query was often made when I steadfastly proclaimed a lack of desire to move or act in a certain manner or direction. Kids don't have logical, thought-out arguments as to the why of their lives. My father could never get his head wrapped around that. That really bugged me. So you can imagine my horror today when I find myself wondering why my parents, grandparents and others did certain things years ago. At least as a kid my reasons were apparent to the casual adult observer. I'm racking my brain today trying to figure out who did what and why concerning events that took place between 75 and 100 years ago.

Perhaps it's the complexity of why that challenges me the most. Kids are fairly straightforward. For them, why usually boils down to boredom, hunger, fatigue or a perverse delight in being downright evil while maintaining the look of an angel. Adults, on the other hand, are duplicitous, conniving, subtle scoundrels who have the ability to act with multiple motives to achieve exponential goals. Selfish or magnanimous, their motivations run much deeper and their aspirations aim much higher.

So what's the why? As Hamlet (the king of why) would say, "Aye, there's the rub."

Kate, Ira and family on the farm.

In 1930, the Great Depression made a significant impact on my mother's family, specifically my grandparents Kate and Ira. In fact, it separated them--not emotionally, but physically. Ira sent Kate and their four children south to the family farm outside McLeansboro while he remained up north in Elgin where he worked at "The Old People's Home" (now Oak Crest Residence). Kate's brother, Perry, went with them to work the land. Ira, in turn, stayed with Kate's parents and their family. This arrangement lasted about four years during which Kate and Ira probably saw one another maybe a half dozen times at the most.

The magnitude of that particular sacrifice is, to me, staggering. I think I am too selfish, too focused on my own needs and wants to match it. Perhaps that's why I admire a relationship so solid in its foundations that its participants could be apart for that long and, when reunited, continue to flourish and grow in one another like Kate and Ira did. Not only did their relationship survive the Great Depression, it also rose over the deaths of their first child (Burt Eugene died in infancy) and their last (Robert Ira was killed by a drunk driver at 18) and endured for over 50 years. Look around today and you'll be hard pressed to find a similar relationship. It seems like everywhere you look, marriages--and families--are in pieces because one partner, the other or both reached outside themselves and their commitment to grasp at something they perceived would fill a need.

So, bewildered (and extremely impressed), I have to ask, "Why?" Or, more importantly, "How?" Why did Kate and Ira risk everything--their relationship, their family and themselves--and how did they make it work?

The why is, I suppose, the most obvious riddle to solve. Put simply, their family was under threat and action was necessary. Removing the family to the farm would (and did) remove their children from the more obvious signs of their economic need. They would have a secure home, a pastoral routine, steady meals--a dull, normal life such as any rural child enjoyed. They wouldn't see the bread lines or the homeless on the street. They wouldn't walk past the soup kitchens with the endless rows of empty faces devoid of hope and future. They wouldn't be inadvertent witnesses to whispered, midnight conversations regarding financial need at the kitchen table.

There were other reasons for the move. It would allow Ira to focus on his job and on making sure that Kate's parents--Alex and Hannah--and her younger brothers and sister--Lee, Lyman and Della--were equally secure, provided for and well fed. Perhaps most of all, they made the move because prayer led them both to the conclusion that it was what God wanted them to do, for Kate and Ira did nothing without prayer.

I have to believe that prayer answers the "how" as well. As a devout Christian, Kate had two powerful allies: the Word and prayer. She used the Bible like a tool--the hammer of God--to tear down what wasn't needed and build what was. She used prayer to claim the promises she found within its pages along with guidance, solace and instruction. She was bold in her choices, plans and stratagems, and she was confident that, as long as she walked as God led, she had nothing to fear. To his credit, Ira supported and followed her every step of the way. He, too, knew he had nothing to fear. Their faith and their conviction were exemplary, and I admire them for the quality and example of their lives which, lived so fully and so openly, leave little question as to how and why.

Note: if you haven't already done so, please visit my cousin Daniel Robbins' genealogy site which contains a wealth of exceptional stories, anecdotes and information regarding the family.