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Let’s Hear it for Spring—and Shots!

April 9, 2021

Another Way for week of April 2, 2021

Let’s Hear it for Spring—and Shots!

(Editor’s Note: Third in an eight-week series on “Let’s Hear It” with thoughts on current trends.)

“Come here,” my husband asked gently, pausing at the side door of our garage. We were getting ready to make a short run to town. “See what’s here.” In spring he has a fit about the flies that hang around the east side of the house, and spends much time swatting flies. So I was expecting to see a swarm of flies.

I looked out the door and saw only a beautiful gray mourning dove turning her head, eyeing us, cocking her head from side to side as if to say, “Well, I’m back!”

Creative Commons photo: Mourning dove

Mourning doves do migrate south in fall from our part of Virginia and return in March or April. She was right on time, a week before Easter. In the Bible, a dove attended the baptism of Jesus at the Jordan River at the beginning of his three-year ministry on earth. Christians consider the dove to be a symbol of the Holy Spirit which came to the disciples 50 days after the death and resurrection of Jesus.

Our dove sat there until we opened the door but I’m sure she will hang around and coo gently from her usual perches on the power line crossing our field, or our front porch. I can usually hear coos as I work in the flower beds and garden. So I was happy to see the dove instead of the flies—a less-welcome harbinger of spring.

This spring many of us are thrilled to be celebrating that the vaccines which we hope will bring Covid under control are more widely available, and to increasing age groups. When my husband and I got our first shots, availability was still rather tight—a month ago—and we’re both in the over-65 age group. So we had to hurry home from a trip to visit my mother in Indiana, in order to get shots after our daughters tag-teamed openings for us. This was at two different CVS pharmacies, about 40 miles apart. Michelle made the application for us online and by the time she tried to get the second reservation, that store had filled all their slots. So she snagged a second location for us.

As I sat in a waiting area for my husband (whose shot came first), I was struck by how those coming to this pharmacy did not appear to be locals. Sure, our communities here are somewhat diverse but not so prevalent in the small town of that pharmacy. I noticed there were Asian, Middle Eastern, African folks in line—some I could tell by the accent. A young woman, about the age of our daughters, had driven her parents—I’m guessing Nepalese or Indian—to this particular CVS from northern Virginia, a distance of about 60 miles. Northern Virginia is very diverse ethnically.

A wave of gratitude, joy, and amazement came over me as I sat there—and slowly a memory came to mind. I was transported back to the early 50s when as a young child I received the small pox vaccination that saved lives in those days. I remembered that shot because the aftereffects on my arm were ugly. It did not heal well and left a big scar for years, although I can’t even see it now!

Loopy me, probably about the age I received the small pox vaccine, “dancing” in our living room, as my sister “Pert” directed.

I teared up as I thought of so many people all around the world lining up for these shots now—filled with hope and prayers for better years ahead as we continue to try and be careful, clean, and conscientious to keep everyone safer. I also thought of many millions of frontline workers who are still serving in dangerous roles taking care of the ill or providing essential services. I am saddened though to know that in less affluent countries, governments do not have the funds to buy the vaccines for their people.

May we celebrate Easter with new hope for life and love for our fellow human beings—sharing the love that God demonstrated in this beautiful season—and praying for those who will be waiting awhile.


Have you gotten a vaccine shot? Why or why not?

Your thoughts or experiences?

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Another Way is a column by Melodie Davis, in syndication since 1987. She is the author of nine books. Another Way columns are posted at a week after newspaper publication.  

  1. We’ve both got our vaccine shots in January and February. Thank the Lord! Still, we wear masks, but we feel less threat of contracting the virus.

    The photo of you after getting the Salk vaccine is adorable. I remember getting my shot and feeling sad that one of our classmates, little Johnnie K. contracted polio just before he was due to get his vaccine. From then on, he wore a leg appliance and walked with a limp.

    I do have a memory of mourning doves too. Grandma L. would raise her finger and announce, “Listen to the mourning dove; he’s calling for rain!” Funny had the odd phrase sticks in memory.

    Great post, Melodie!

    • Thanks for your early comment. Indeed how sad for Johnnie in your class. I don’t remember anyone at my school contracting polio but we had a family friend who did, she was just a few years older than me. She always was cheerful and able to get around. I’m not sure if she’s still living.

      You know, the mourning dove line — I think someone in my family may have said that too, perhaps my grandma who lived in the apartment off our house. I’m glad this post could bring back that memory of your grandmother for you. 🙂 Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful day.

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