Cecil Endres, the absolute middlest of J.P.’s era of Endres,
was born shortly after the dawn of time, (which by the way marked J.P’s 5th
birthday), and slightly before the advent of the wheel (which by the way marked
the moment when Cap and Mom mercifully gave up their quest to populate Northern
Minnesota with Endres and Endres alone). As sometimes happens in the Endres
family, Cecil was born with a full set of adult teeth… but this doesn’t really
have anything to do with my story. I
just think it is an interesting aside. Anyway, it was apparent from early on
that young Cecil was, in keeping with familial tradition, a bright boy, but
nonetheless a boy with some peculiar habits. He would, from time to time during
the normal course of a day, disappear for hours on end. From the time he could
crawl Mom had her hands full. Early on it was relatively easy to find the boy,
as there were but three buildings in camp- the dining hall, Kamaji cabin and
the Icehouse (Hudson Bay Trading Post). Most often he was in the icehouse
sucking the cool moisture from the sawdust used to insulate the melting ice.
Mom would find him, scold him lovingly and vow to keep a better eye on him in
the future. He later enjoyed carving giant blocks of cheddar cheese into highly
detailed civil war battle scenes… but this doesn’t really have anything to do
with my story. I just think it an interesting aside.
Anyway, Cecil’s frequent disappearances eventually resulted
in the creation of an Endres family game- Cecil Hunt. This game was played,
largely out of necessity, until Cecil left for college. His three years at the
Earthen Clothing Institute of the Americas were a magical time. ‘The Institute’
as Cecil calls it, toiled ceaselessly to bring dirt textile to a place of
prominence in Depression era America.
Cotton was unaffordable,
silk could not be shipped due to the war and Polyester and Nylon, the eventual
fabrics of choice for any smart dressed Endres, hadn’t yet been invented. Cecil
worked hard to perfect dirt pants until his somewhat predictable disappearance
in 1943. The Institute continued toiling Cecillessly until 1947 when a bumper
crop of cotton once again placed the ‘easily washed’ fabric high atop the
textile industries “Best Of” list. Dirt was done.
Cecil popped up again in 1952, after a time in the merchant
marines, where he served as a ship-in-a-bottle builder. He was a counselor here
at Chippewa from ’52 to ’67, disappeared again for a time, and then came back
from ’72 to ’83. He never lost his habit of disappearing, and one of our
favorite games evolved from the constant necessity of having to hunt for
counselor, middlest brother, sawdust sucker, cheese carver, dirt pant maker,
ship-in-bottle builder and general all around good guy- Cecil Endres.
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