Growing
up, I heard Bible stories about Zion, and I was mystified. I knew where Zion was. It was just 12
miles south of Kenosha , just on the other side
of Winthrop Harbor . Zion , Illinois ,
was important to us because it had a really good Chinese restaurant and a
family steak house that had the best onion rings. It also had a grocery stores
where we would get colored margarine. But why it was important for the Bible
was beyond me.
There
are those who will still remember that the Wisconsin Dairy Board had insisted
that because we were the dairy state, margarine could not be sold with coloring
in it. Margarine was sold with little color packets that needed to be mixed
into the margarine, or one could eat the anemic looking lardish stick.
For
those of us who lived on or near the state line, smuggling colored margarine
across the line was a slightly naughty practice. It was illegal to transport
already colored margarine across the state line, but many did it. Yes, my momma
was a bootlegger. She was a trafficker in colored margarine.
I
can remember hearing that margarine was on sale, and then the orders would come
in. My aunts and grandmothers would call and place their orders. Then we would
climb into my aunt’s blue ford station wagon and make the trip.
One
time I remember picnicking at the beach and then going swimming in Lake
Michigan. Afterwards, we drove over to the grocery store. We filled the back of
the wagon with thirteen cases of margarine. We carefully covered them with layers
of newspaper (to keep them cool) and blankets. On top of that, went all of our
beach gear. The picnic basket was clearly in sight.
At
the state line the state patrol checked cars for contraband margarine as they
crossed into Wisconsin. Every one was nervous as we stopped, but when the
police saw two women and five kids with all of the stuff in the car, they waved
us through.
When
we got home, family members stopped over for coffee and took their contraband
booty. The cases of margarine were then quickly stacked in the bottom of the
freezers. For several months, or until margarine was on sale again, we lived
peaceful, mostly law-abiding, lives.
In Sunday School I learned that Jesus ate with tax collectors and sinners. “What
about pirates and smugglers?” I asked.
Prayer
Lord, we give thanks to you that Jesus ate with sinners. For we try to live upright lives, but find ourselves always in need of your grace. Amen
Lord, we give thanks to you that Jesus ate with sinners. For we try to live upright lives, but find ourselves always in need of your grace. Amen
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