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October 24th, 2013
Yesterday Sheila and I celebrated our 42nd wedding anniversary. Our idea of fun is work. We decided a couple of weeks ago that we close the shop and clean up the farm. Last year my mom died and my two brothers and I inherited the place. My side...
August 30th, 2013
Apple trees produce apples, orange trees produce oranges, pecan trees produce pecans. Cherry trees produce cherries & Walnut trees produce wall nuts. So why do Oak trees produce acorns? Shouldn’t they produce oakron...
August 1st, 2013
Here's that old demon created with corrupt semen. Coming in close, calling his name, Jack smiling while slapping me on the back, as if I am a friend. When all he wants is my life's end I thought I had this licked but, now is the ...
June 18th, 2013
From the beginning, it was a love-hate relationship. I knew that things would be hard between us. From as far back as I could remember, even to my young childhood, he was there. Always acting superior, acting as if he were ashamed of me. Alwa...
January 4th, 2013
As the smoke cleared, I reached over and picked up my severed leg off the blood soaked sand. What the hell was I thinking. For years I had tried to quit drinking, albeit not wholeheartedly. This night started out like many others before. A few quick ...
November 9th, 2012
Queen drew herself into a smaller ball. The cold wind coming across the near-frozen lake went straight through her raged coat. Chilled to the bone, she could not warm herself up. The only relief was to get behind the wall of the diner to block t...
September 11th, 2012
The sight of people in both lanes as he rounded the downhill curve was a driver's worst nightmare. He unconsciously stiffened his body and gripped the wheel so tightly his hands hurt. There was no way to stop the pickup in time. He ran over the ...
June 8th, 2012
Even at the best of times, the teen age years are a disaster. Such was the case of Natalie. When she turned fifteen, she lost her mind. The crowd that she started running with were all operating without a brain also. Her attitude went from b...
May 29th, 2012
Some days just have magical powers. Today was just such a day. As I awakened from a restful sleep, I just lay there in bed. The memories swept across my mind as if they were clover in mist covered meadow with the soft blowing wind sweeping over...
April 20th, 2012
Just after midnight, the long low moan of the freight train could be heard. Even though the moon governed the night with her bright light, the monster was still to far in the distance to be seen. As the air horn blared, the mountains and distance s...
March 21st, 2012
Ah, the sounds and smells overwhelm me. Food and people everywhere. The fresh home baked bread sent it's wonderful pungent aroma over to me on the slight breeze blowing my way. I had not eaten in several days and the fragrance was overwhelming....
Comic Books, Cigars and Sex Education
March 15th, 2012
As first grade came and went, I survived school and actually kind of liked it. At the end of second grade and the beginning of third grade Charles, J. W. & Rickey moved into Mr. Joe Parrish's house. Every afternoon after school, we were bo...
February 12th, 2012
Late every afternoon, Sheila and I will take our dogs and ride our old syle bikes around the place. I took the 8-n Ford tractor and box blade and made trails through the woods. There is a lot of leaves and small sticks that will make it di...
February 3rd, 2012
A few months have passed since my dad died and thinking about him has gotten easier. It was always hard between him and I. We were both just alike, stubborn and hard headed. Most of my childhood was spent at my grandparents and I guess they were g...
January 21st, 2012
Every once in a while, a man realizes how lucky he is to have a good woman. If he doesn't on his own, she will remind him. Fortunately, this time I got it all by myself. I go to three or four art and craft festivals a year. They are to much wo...
January 11th, 2012
Going down the road, looking like a fat toad, toting a heavy load of moon pies that finally settled in my stomach, just above my thighs. Ah, for the days of my youth, when I had no tail, now I am afraid of the scale. Then I carried rocks in my pocket...
January 7th, 2012
Now that the darkness of hell has been turned to the light of day, I can see and understand. I built that personal hell. The darkness was my trying to do everything on my own, and I shut the light of God out. I really needed help with all my ...
January 6th, 2012
It was unusually busy today. Try as I might, there was no sleep to use as an escape. I could hear long wailing screams, starting off in the far distance, getting louder and closer. The scream finally touched my ears, hesitated for a moment, ra...
December 22nd, 2011
--------------------------------------------------------------WARNING ADULT LANGUAGE----------------------------------------------------- PART 3 Even a tiny sliver of light could not penetrate the heavy darkness. After all this time my eyes ha...
December 19th, 2011
Part 1 and 2. The dark frigid water is over my top lip, but if I tiptoe, I can raise another three inches. There is no way that I can escape, the chains holding me to the wall are to strong. The skin on my wrists has been torn and bruised by my pa...
December 18th, 2011
I woke up at 5:30 this morning, after a good nights sleep. I looked over at the clock and saw that I had 30 more minutes before I had to get up. The bed was warm and comfortable, but I was tossing and turning with the problems of my daughter and her ...
December 2nd, 2011
There is an old town in England, it is told, of a man of great reknown. But if I may be so bold, to tell of one living with the prick, who in trying desperately to feel fine, gave up beating him with a stick, and gave in to drink...
November 27th, 2011
Starbuck is a Checzoslavakian Shepherd, with K-9 in his bloodline. Minds better than any dog I have ever had. When I clear out an area on the place here, I pile the brush and limbs where they can dry out. After a few months I will burn the pil...
November 21st, 2011
Talking about barefeet, there were more hazardous and deadly things to worry about than splinters. There were stone bruises, broken glass, and assorted barnyard droppings. Cows were in pastures and we all know that you can see it, hogs were in pens a...
November 12th, 2011
Carlile Farms was split almost in half by a pretty big creek that still flows over 3000 gal. per minute. The side across the creek from the house was always known by the family as "across the creek". When grandpa farmed with mules, he would...
November 6th, 2011
This is a hard frustrating day and I will be glad to get it over with. This sign that I am working on is difficult to complete and nothing is going right on it, What else can go wrong? As if to answer my unspoken question, the front entrance alarm...
November 1st, 2011
The trip to the barn was extraordinarily long. Not a sound on either side, except for the footsteps that shattered the silence. A bright December moon was casting mysterious shadows on the cold frigid ground. As the north wind blew extrem...
October 26th, 2011
Bill Sketo is a local ghost legend. As the story goes, he hired someone to replace him in the civel war, so that he could come home to be with his sick wife. The local homeguard determined that he was a deserter and deserved to be killed. One dark...
October 24th, 2011
It was a beautiful spring day early in the morning. Just right for branding pigs. In the pasture were assorted shelters for the animals. In a small pen was a group of hogs that had given birth to several pigs. Today they were old enough for grandp...
October 20th, 2011
There was a cool breeze coming in ahead of the approaching cold front. Such a wonderful refreshment after this long hot summer. With record temperatures over the hundred degree mark and the worst drought in my lifetime, the rain that had just ende...
New Group Painting on Feathers
October 17th, 2011
I have started a group, Painting on Feathers, please come over and take a look. This is for feathers and any other medium. Also if you enjoy writing and reading original works you will like this. I enjoy writing and having people read what I write...
October 16th, 2011
Last week, Starbuck and I worked on the dried up pond with the backhoe. At the end of that day I had a hydraulic hose to bust. As I worked on repairing it, Starbuck stayed right with me. His favorite place in the whole world is on the deck of th...
October 12th, 2011
If you ever want to travel in time and space, build a fire in the cool night air. There is something about the wood releasing it's energy as flame, heat and the smell of smoke that acts upon the brain. As you stare, mesmerized, into t...
WARNING Do Not Read Before Meals
October 8th, 2011
Some things will not be forgotten, even by trying, and since the world is round, everything happens over and over again. Different day same stuff. Back in the day, grandpa would go around the community, during the growing season and get kids to help ...
September 26th, 2011
Splashes of brilliant blue sky passed through the holes in the roof. Walls made with sticks and plywood, here and there, nothing solid. Rafters pointing at an angle to the sky, only connected at the walls, not joining at the center, like the rib...
September 22nd, 2011
I know a little Spanish, I struggle with English, but I am fluent in dyslexia. Did you see the thunder? No, I reply, but I heard the lightening. The dog needs to be checked for flicks and teas. That could take a while. ...
September 19th, 2011
"Charles, go to Mr. Boonie's and get me a 5 pound bag of flour." With those words I knew that grandpa had forgotten to get it at pat Tice;s grocery store in Midland City. I don"t remember the year, but I had not started to school, and the Farm to ...
September 17th, 2011
In the spring of 1956, our family moved from my grandparents farm to the outskirts of Headland. We rented a house from Mr. Joe Parrish. This particular Saturday, mom was cleaning and dad was off with uncle Tex fishing. They left it up to Wayn...
September 14th, 2011
I know that this a status, not a diary, but it is also a good place to post my stories. This one is my entry for the September competition in writeandreview.webs.com. The category is dreams or nightmares. I thought some of you might like it. ...
September 9th, 2011
This is a hard frustrating day and I will be glad to get it over with. This sign that I am working on is difficult to complete and nothing is going right on it, What else can go wrong? As if to answer my unspoken question, the front entrance ...
September 5th, 2011
As the smoke cleared, I reached over and picked up my severed leg off the blood soaked sand. What the hell was I thinking. For years I had tried to quit drinking, albeit not wholeheartedly. This night started out like many others before. A few quick ...
September 4th, 2011
How quickly the memories fade, almost as if one is pouring water onto the porous sand. The shop is over run with people. Everyone is moving and darting around in a mad quirky mob. Going to and fro, back and forth bumping into each other, but ...