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Lights Out 10 Years Later

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Trip 3, Effects from the Plane

I promised to tell you about the third trip to the plane, well this is it, That trip was taken several months ago and it’s taken me this long to come to terms with the effects it’s taken to my spirit. Come to terms yes, accept the outcome I don’t know. The first couple of trips were amazing, this trip left me having more questions than answers. After reading the account tell me, how would you…

Where do I begin? It’s been months since I did any writing and this could be the last story I’ll be able to do (hope not). If you have read some of my previous stories, you know I have a decompensated liver in stage 4 Cirrhosis brought on by a 25 year bout with hep C. I’m writing this with hope that it may be beneficial for someone with a terminal illness. At the very least it helps me get my…

Hadn’t Talked to Dave in Awhile

It’s been over a year since I last talked to Dave. For those of you that remember, I spoke with Dave on two other occasions and reported the highlights in previous stories. And for those of you that don’t remember or didn’t get to read the stories I became friends with Dave after discovering we share the same illness. Being on my mind lately I decided to call and try to go see him.

Upon hearing…

Slow Down on the Plane

Well, folks it’s time for the next installment about “Surfing the Plane”. Before I start with the story, I’d like to explain a couple of things. First some are wondering about my grammar and punctuation. I’m just an old Hillbilly telling a story the way I would tell it verbally, as far as punctuation, hell I wasn’t the brightest light bulb in English class.

An old friend came by the other day…

Adventures in Babysitting Grandpa Style

Before I get into the story let me explain a couple of things. I dearly love all my sons and grandchildren. As most of us old geezers can attest, when we were younger having our children we were al…

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Adventures in Babysitting Grandpa Style

Before I get into the story let me explain a couple of things. I dearly love all my sons and grandchildren. As most of us old geezers can attest, when we were younger having our children we were also occupied with working and providing for our families. Unfortunately for me and probably many of you that meant scarifying a lot of the time spent with our children and in many cases grandchildren.…

Thanksgiving Surprise or Me and Gertrude Get It ON

Ole Hillbilly Dan again and I got to tell you about the wildest Thanksgiving ever. Now before I get to the story let me explain a couple of things that some of you already know but others don’…

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Thanksgiving Surprise or Me and Gertrude Get It ON

Ole Hillbilly Dan again and I got to tell you about the wildest Thanksgiving ever. Now before I get to the story let me explain a couple of things that some of you already know but others don’t. A elderly gentleman that lives here on Big Moccasin drives up and down our road at about 15 MPH. That’s ok but there aren’t many places to pass, but hey, at least he can still drive at his age, which by…

I sit beside my bed on this dreary fall night

looking back on my life in a different light.

Times of happiness, sorrow, joy and tears

but the thing that drove me was deep seated fears.

To provide for my family and furnish their needs

and to my children to plants the needed seeds.

Be…

Another Time Another Place?

Day 1 the adventure begins As I sit here contemplating, the experience that’s about to be described still boggles my mind and leaves questions that will only be answered in” time”…

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Another Time Another Place?

Day 1 the adventure begins

As I sit here contemplating, the experience that’s about to be described still boggles my mind and leaves questions that will only be answered in” time”. Was it real or just my imagination ?

It began early on a crisp fall morning. Ah, coffee nectar of the gods, my morning wake up. The first sip while looking through the kitchen window noticing how the sky is clear and…

What happened to the good ol days, the preteen years

  OK I’m not going to get nasty in this story; sorry Tomcattin won’t be mentioned. My earliest memories take me back to a house a few hundred yards from where the farm is currently located. My only memory is coming home from a school function of my older brother late at night. We had a wood cook stove and wood or coal heat. Water came from a well located outside a few feet away from the kitchen.…

Well, here I am again, where it all started over 60 years ago. The little farm nestled in the middle of God’s country, we call it Big Moccasin. Life as I know it began here and, God willing, this is where my life shall end.

I arrived back on the farm when my father passed on to meet mom and sis at the golden gates of heaven. I am assured there will come a day in glory when the family will once…

Low Water Lane in the spring, a beautiful place with flowers blooming in radiant colors, apple trees swaying in a gentle breeze as blooms white as snow drift lazily to the brilliant green grass growing beneath. Yes, this little lane which lays in the heart of the Big Moccasin Valley is typical of the fertile valley shaded by the magnificent Clinch Mountain. But, like many of the valleys in the…