Four-leafed Clover
Elizabeth pulled the massive volume off the shelf and sat
down in a nearby chair. Dust particles floated in the air as she thumbed
through the pages. She had awakened with an eerie feeling and a word echoing in
her mind—“gluck.” She stared out the window at the grassy knoll beyond the
Crape Myrtle bushes .Had she ever heard that word before? Why was it in her
head? What did it mean? Turning to the gs, Elizabeth saw something tucked in
the fold of the book—pressed, crisp, green. She held the pages down and opened
the book wide. It was a four-leafed clover. Someone had placed it there years
before—but who?
As she
examined the clover, Elizabeth began singing the song she’d been practicing for
her high school choir. She wasn’t sure if she would take choir next semester.
Somehow, she felt her voice was not good enough. Reaching the high notes had
been a stretch and practice was a bore. As she sat thinking, her grandfather
walked into the room.
“Grandpa, look what I found,” she
said bringing the clover on her palm for him to examine.
“Yah, yah,
you’re a lucky girl,” he said.
“Why? How can a clover make you lucky?”
Elizabeth asked.
“I’m not
all that sure it does make you lucky, but my mother swore by them. She said my
grandmother collected them and this dictionary was hers. I’ll just bet she
saved that clover. She died in 1930—had a voice like a Nightingale—sang opera
and made records too.”
“What did
she sing?”
“She sang
professionally for awhile. My mother said she earned a hundred thousand dollars
in royalties one year.
“That’s a
lot of money. Why haven’t I ever heard of her?” Elizabeth asked.
“I don’t
know. We don’t talk much about our ancestors. I just never thought to tell you
about her, but you do remind me of her. You have her eyes. Mother used to have
some of her old records,” he said as he began fumbling with the hasp on the
trunk.
“Here, let
me help,” Elizabeth said.
Lucky for
them the old Victrolla still stood in a prominent place in grandpa’s living
room. Soon they were listening to a voice from their past.
Elizabeth
began to read the label—Renate Gluck.
“That’s the
name I heard in my head this morning,” she said.
“Heard in
your head? What kind of nonsense is that?
“I can’t explain it. I just woke up
thinking “Gluck.” That’s why I was looking up the word and that’s when I found
the four-leafed clover.”
“Renate Gluck was my grandmother’s
stage name. Her parents brought her to America from Germany to escape the war. Gluck means luck and she was blessed.”
“Well, it’s
my good luck today,” Elizabeth said. “Maybe some of her luck will spill over
onto me and I’ll get the solo part for the spring concert.
“You’re not
as good as she was yet, but keep practicing. You’ll get there,” her grandpa
said.
“Is it all
right for me to keep this four-leafed clover?” Elizabeth asked.
“Yes, yes,
kept it. Put it in your music book to remind you of your heritage. I’m sure
she’d want you to have it.”
“Thanks,
grandpa. This is my luckiest day ever,” said Elizabeth as she gave her grandfather
a hug.
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