My Mom would say to my Dad, Donna has a windmill, I would like to have a windmill. Dad would laugh and say, " Sue you don't need a windmill." The world went on spinning and I grew up got married and moved away, but always when I would come to visit, I would always look to see if Donna's windmill was still there. It always was, it never got put up but sat on the ground chained to a pole.
In the mean time I looked around the internet to see how much they were going for and I found out that they have got quite rare and they are expensive. I pretty much figured that that guy would take it and that was it.
He said, will you promise to put it up? " Then he asked" where are you going to put it?" First I said the front yard but then I thought, since it is so big, it is 12 feet in diameter. I will put it in the back. It is the old fashioned kind so it will need a wooden derrick so Ron is going to have to build one. So Wayne told me it was mine. It has been sitting in the same spot for 50 years. All of my life I have wanted Donna's windmill. Donna is gone now and she waited all of her life, so for her I am going to have it in the middle of My Field of Dreams.
To shout to the world that dreams really do come true.
Isn't that the coolest thing ever? I kept waking up all night saying to myself, " I own a windmill, I own a windmill!!!"
I will take pictures as it makes it long way home. To finally be unchained, to be restored and once again to be free to catch the wind.
The really funny thing, was when Wayne was telling me I could have the windmill, my phone was sitting on my desk in the office and I heard the cash register sound from Etsy that I had sold a rug. I had to keep a poker face, but I thought it was ironic that at that moment there would be cha-ching sound. Life is so awesome sometimes isn't it?
I don't think my feet have touched ground yet.
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."