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Peaceful Guilt (A Short Story)

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I thought I would share a short story with you today. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  Let me know what you think. Feedback is always helpful to a writer.

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Andrew Johnson walks to his car and places a box in the trunk. He gets in the car, starts the engine, and drives out of the parking lot. People are standing at the bottom of the ramp, huddled together in a group, talking.

As his car picks up speed, a smile crosses his lips. Are you proud of me father for finally completing a job?

Father chews on me about any and everything.He’s made my life miserable. Pulling up in front of the mansion, he puts the car in park and jumps out. It’s great having the garage man park the car. He lifts the trunk, takes out the box, carrying it to the front door. The butler, Wilson, opens the door.

“Good afternoon, Master Johnson.”

“Hello, Wilson. Where is my mother?”

“She has gone to a Women’s Club meeting. I believe she is giving a speech today.”

“Thank you, Wilson; I’ll be in my room.” Andrew bounds up the long stairway to the second floor landing. He walks around to the back stairs and takes those steps to his room on the third floor.

I’m feeling very pleased with myself right now. Life is changing for mother and myself. People ignore what they see because Anthony Johnson is an important man. Father puts out the persona around people that he has the perfect life. If only they knew. Maybe now they will get to know him now as mother and I do.

A knock sounds on the door. “Come in”, Andrew calls out.

A woman in her forties walks in. “Hi, mother, how did your speech go?” Andrew asks.

As his mother was walking towards his bed, he is thinking how beautiful she is. Her petite build, long blonde hair and clear blue eyes make her the envy of many women.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Margaret takes ahold of her son’s hand. “Andrew, we have to talk. Our lives are going to change.”

“Yep, they sure are. Isn’t it great? What’s on your mind, mother?”

“The police came to the Woman’s Club and brought me home. They told me your father was giving a speech in front of the bank and someone shot him.”

“Wouldn’t you expect the police to come and get you? You were the devoted wife.”

On the bedside table the radio plays softly. Andrew and his mother listen as a news report begins. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m sad to announce that our Governor, Anthony Johnson has been assassinated. At this time, the police will only say they have a lead. We’ll cut into your regular programing if there are further developments.”

A knock sounds on the door. “Come in”, Andrew says.

Wilson opens the door. “Excuse me, ma’am for the intrusion. There are men down stairs who identify themselves as FBI. They would like to speak to Master Andrew.”

“Do not open your mouth, Andrew,” his mother says.

Tastes Like Chicken

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Today is the day I’m going to start my blog again. I’m buried alive by moving boxes but I’m not going to let my blog go any longer. Today I’m going to tell you a story about my dad. It came to my mind when someone a couple of days ago blogged about thier mother not cooking wild meat.

My mother and father lived about four miles north of highway 270 west of McAlester, Oklahoma on land where my great grandparents lived. There is a quarter mile drive off the main road to their house. When mama was a little girl her and her grandfather planted a pine tree at the corner of the main road and the drive. That pine tree remains alive and well to this day.

Back in the 1980’s my dad worked at the Navy Ammunition Plant at Haywood as a truck driver and forklift operator. He drove on and off the mountain at least five days a week. Mom would pack a lunch for him every day, which he would put in the refrigerator at the work office.

Everyday someone would get into the lunches in the refrigerator and eat things out of people’s lunch sacks. They thought they knew who the fellow was, but they couldn’t prove it. Everyone was frustrated with this guy.

One evening when dad was coming home, he got to the pine tree and thought there was a big limb in the road. He opened the truck door and that big limb coiled. Having a pistol under the seat he proceeded to shoot and kill a seven and a half foot diamond back rattler. He brought it to the house and skinned it out. Mom took the back bone meat and cut it into chunks and fried it. That’s what they ate for dinner that night. My sister said it was good eating and tasted a lot like chicken.

My dad decided he would take some to work the next day for his lunch. He never told a soul about killing the snake or what he had for lunch. He put it in the refrigerator as he always did and went out to the docks to unload a truck.  Noon rolled around and all the guys were sitting at the table eating.  Daddy’s lunch had been gotten into and about half of the meat had been eaten.

Dad began talking and telling the guys about the big rattlesnake he had killed the night before  and how mom had cooked it up for him. He even brought some for his lunch.  Dad said the man accross from him, who happened to be the man who they thought was getting into the lunches, choked on his food. His color turned pasty white and then he turned green and had to leave the room.  They could hear him retching outside and all knew he was throwing his toenails up.

Everyone had a great laugh and guess what else. No one’s lunch was ever robbed again. The man got cured.

Daddy had that snake skin mounted and it hung over their television set for over twenty years. He would still laugh when he told that story about his big snake.

You’ve earned your rest, Daddy

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         You were at the beginning of my life

Now I’m at the ending of yours

You’ve gone from this world

Joining mama on the other side

A part of me is joyous for you

the other part feels sad

My world seems empty

Because you aren’t here

Your life here on this earth

Meant so much to so many

You loved and were loved

By your family and friends

Even though I can’t see you

You will always be with me

I will carry you in my heart

Every day for the rest of my life

You’ve earned your rest, Daddy

 My father passed away this week from complications of heart failure. I will not be posting for a little while. As soon as I can, I will get back to writing my blog.  Right now my heart is a little to heavy.      Shirley

“My Daddy”

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Drinking Man

My life with my Dad is/was complicated. I love him, and I now know he loves me.  It’s not always been so. I was fifty years old the first time I heard daddy tell me he loved me.  It was if he had gone through his life not being able to get the words to come out of his mouth.  I think it is amazing how important those words are to a daughter.  I went through half of my life not knowing if daddy loved me or not.  Now, he is never the first to say it, but I always hear it, “love you too.”
My dad fought his demons.  The alcohol ruled his life from the time I was a child until I was almost fifty years old.  There were casualties from the fight.  For many years I was one of them.  As a small child my memories of my dad was his drinking, going fishing and watching the Friday night fights.  When I reached my teen years, I hated my father.  I couldn’t bring friends home with me, because I didn’t know if he would kiss them or cuss them.
He taught me how to manipulate him, so I could get what I wanted. I learned just the right time to ask for something.  He went through all the known stages of
drinking alcohol, from quiet to downright mean.  By the time he reached the mean stage I would try to disappear.  It didn’t always work because he would set me
up for a fight.  It was strange, but that is how I learned to love books.  I could
disappear into one of them.
There was so much verbal and physical abuse, around me. He and mom would get into an augment which intensified into a physical fight all too often.  I am surprised they let each other live to make it to sixty years of living together.
Through Gods grace I was able to forgive my dad.  I now see him as a kind loving father who now appreciates his family, and what he has.  I still remember the pain, but it doesn’t affect me like it did.
Daddy doesn’t remember the life we had or the pain he caused. He remembers the good things about his life and not the bad.  At his age it is alright, he doesn’t need to remember. He enjoys his daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
His world revolves around his family now, not the bottle.
The video I have posted below is called : Alcohol: Poison for body and mind. It is very interesting to listen to.  Please take the time to listen.  We can’t have enough education concerning alcoholism.
ttp://youtu.be/-rsBMyFqCl8
That’s my two-cents for the day.

Strike Three, Your Out

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A Dodger fan waves a rally towel during game 3...

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Jamie Henson, and his girlfriend, Mandy are on their way to a baseball game at Drillers Stadium.  They are both big baseball fans since they both have fathers who played the game.  Both dad’s were in the major league. Jamie’s dad played short stop for the LA Dodgers and Mandy’s dad was a pitcher for the Cubs.  Their shared love of baseball is what drew them together, in the first place.

” I can’t wait to get into the stands and start cheering,” Jamie says.

“Jamie you don’t cheer, you fuss, fume, cuss and stomp, at the umpire. You critique every call that is made, and sometimes very loudly.  As many games as we have been to, you have always done the same thing.  Even at home in front of the TV, you talk or yell at the umpire.”

“I just get excited when something happens.  There is nothing wrong with that.  You are supposed to get excited when the game is going on.  Baseball is a game for the fans, so they can be part of the game.  It is what makes it great.”

They get to Driller Stadium about forty-five minutes before the first pitch.  They find their seats without difficulty.  They are lucky because they have end row seats and a great view of the field.  They settle into their seats as the crowd fills in around them.

Jamie is a large built young man.  He stands about six feet four inches tall and weighs about 250 pounds.  He has really broad shoulders and large biceps from lifting weights.  Mandy is a petite blonde, that will weigh one hundred and ten pounds during her really heavy times.  They are quite a striking pair to look at when they are together.  With his size alone, one can tell he makes a big impression when he gets excited at a game.

The first pitch is thrown and it is a line drive down the third base line.  Jamie is out of his seat yelling, “come on Jones, get those pitches under control.”  He sits back down until another batter hits the ball to the outfield.

The first batter makes a run for home and slides in.  The umpire calls him safe. Jamie is on his feet yelling, “Are you crazy ump?  That guy was out by a mile.  Can’t you see? Do you need new glasses old man?”  Mandy looks at him but does not say a word.  He just smiles and sits back down.

There is an older woman in her seventy’s sitting directly behind Jamie.  She taps Jamie on the shoulder and leans forward as he turns around.  “Young man, would you please stay in your seat so I can see the game?  You are blocking my view and I want to enjoy the game also.”

Jamie says, “sure lady, whatever.”

“Jamie don’t you think you were a little rude to the lady?”

“Mandy, I paid good money to come to this game and I am going to watch it, just like I always do.  She can scoot over a little bit and see just fine.”
Jamie continues his obnoxious behavior and the little old lady asks him again to please sit down.  He just ignores her.

The little lady smiles and says “It’s okay honey, I am going to be just fine.”

Jamie gets two cups containing Coke for himself and Mandy.  He hands Mandy her cup,takes a sip out of his, and places it beside him on the seat.  The batter hits the ball over the back wall, and Jamie stands up, screaming as the runner makes the bases.

The little old lady has her purse in her lap and opens it up.  She takes out a bottle of pills and removes two of them and leans over and places them in Jamie’s coke, without anyone noticing.

After a few minutes Jamie sits back down and picks up his Coke and takes a long drink.  “It is hot out here today, this Coke is really hitting the spot.”  Mandy agrees and goes on watching the game.  She is upset over Jamie’s obnoxious behavior, and is not talking to him very much.

Jamie finishes his Coke, and continues to watch the game.  He begins to feel very sleepy and can’t keep his eyes open.  He tells Mandy he is having trouble staying awake.

“Put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes for a couple of minutes and maybe you will feel better,” Mandy says.  Jamie puts his head on her shoulder and drifts off.

Several plays  happen on the field, and Jamie keeps his head on Mandy’s shoulder.  The little old lady leans towards Mandy and says, “honey don’t worry about him, he is going to be fine.  I just put a couple of my Xanex in his coke to help him calm down.”

Mandy’s mouth fell open and the little old lady sat back and smiled.  She watched the rest of the ball game without any problem.

The moral of this story is, don’t stand when you are supposed to be sitting or it could be strike three, you’re out.