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STORIES FROM THE HEART

BUCKIE
Stacy's new puppy Buckie,which is of pekingese and welsh cargi breeding, is the pride and joy of our daughters new addition to the Clem family. Buckie's fur has a very unique color, its black with a tint of rustic brown. Buckie is now ten weeks old, Stacy however is sixteen months old, and seems to be very happy with her new found companion. Buckie's Mother and Father are of the same breed, who's names are Conway and Loretta. Stacy has already tried to feed her new friend with almost positive results, but a cookie is hardly a meal for such a small puppy. Buckie was a gift to Stacy from her aunt Joyce. When Buckie arrived at his new home, he was welcomed with outstretched arms and a sound of aw....in the voice of a blonde headed, blue eyed, young girls dreams.
GRANDMOTHER

In the afternoon on a hot summer day I can find my ninety-six year old paternal grandmother sitting in her old, brown rocking chair by her living room window. She keeps a floor fan on low for a light breeze in the room.

She can see me step up on the rickety wooden front porch and knock on the wood screen door. She always yells, "Come on in and find a seat."

Grandmother's shoulders are hunched over and her long, brown wrinkled fingers are twined together across her knees. She reaches down to make sure her long legs are covered properly. Her bare feet rest on the small bar between the two rockers.

As the sun shines through the window, I can see her sky blue eyes and white hair that she keeps pulled back and pinned up off her neck. Small laugh wrinkles fan out around her eyes and mouth.

There's only a couch to sit on besides her rocking chair. Looking around the room I see only the essentials in furniture. No pictures hang on the walls, but they are brightly painted and clean. She has no what-nots sitting on the mantel above the empty fire place, only her box of Bruton snuff and spit can.

The kitchen is papered a bright cheerful yellow, and a yellow oil cloth covers the small wooden table that has three straight back chairs around it. The coal cook stove takes up most of the kitchen space. She keeps a teak kettle of water on the stove to make instant coffee with.

Grandmother plants a garden every spring. During the summer she invites everyone that visits to see how big her tomatoes are.

As I step out the back door I can see the smaller garden directly behind the house. There grows large red tomatoes, strawberries, sweet pepper, beets, green onions, turnips, and large cabbage heads.

To the left of her house is a much larger garden. Corn stalks with green bean vines climbing up them are planted between the potatoe hills. She steps carefully out in the pumpkin patch and pulls the vines away from it to show me how large it is.

Walking toward the house I see that it is a very old wooden structure. It has a tar paper roof and an out side toilet. Wood is stacked in a pile ready to be used for building fires.

When I leave she gives me vegatables from her garden. She stands on the front porch and invites me to, "Come back when you feel like it."

J.A.O.--1-25-87
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MY BIG DAY
I awoke early in the morning. It was still dark outside. Suddenly I remembered why. Today was my big day. It was our annual Thanksgiving play at school. This year I had the biggest part. I welcomed all the parents and would tell each child's name and their part. I had practiced and practiced until my mother said that I knew it by heart.

The plays at our one room school was a big social event in our community. Every parent and grandparent came to see their children in the plays. So it was a big day for Mother, Sister, and Me. My dad and brother-in-law couldn't come because they worked everyday in the coalmines, as did most of the men.

I hurried and ate my breakfast with Mother. We always had a big breakfast, and Mother said that I couldn't go to school until I ate. Sister came from her house next door. She always ate with Mother and Me.

Mother combed and braided my long hair. Sister tied the braids with new red ribbon that she had bought me. Mother had made me a new red and white dress. Sister told me to put on my new gold heart bracelet that brother-in-law had bought me just this past Saturday. Then Mother, Sister and Me said our morning prayer, before I left for school. We always prayed for dad and brother-in-law to get out of the mine safely.

I walked to school with my best friend. The teacher, Miss Carter was ringing the bell just as we walked into the one room building. We had our reading lesson. Then we began to practice our parts. Suddenly my Mother knocked on the door.

I had to leave the school with Mother. I asked her about the play,"This is my big day,"I cried. Then she told me why she had been crying. Brother-in-law had been killed in the coal mines. She told me,"This is a big day that you will always remember, because your loved brother-in-law died on this day and it's Sister's birthday" she said. I felt so sad because I did love my Brother-inlaw.He was a part of my family and I would miss him.

This happened when I was in the third grade. It has been over fifty years ago. Mother was correct in saying I would never forget that big day. I never got to do the Thanksgiving play but that didn't matter. What I wouldn't forget was death claiming someone that was a part of our family.

Little did I know that day that My Sister would get married again. Nor did I know that she would have a son killed in the horrible mines. Death in the coal mines was and still is a way of life in our area,
M.E.H.M.


THE OLD LADY

The old lady sits by the window

I am not sure the old eyes see

She thinks of days that are gone

And how today she sits alone

She talks of a son and daughter

Of how they have gone so far away

She mentions that she will be with them

She smiles, and says that will be a glad day

I had never noticed the many wrinkles

when she smiles the certain way

She knows she will be going away someday

She seems happy and relieved at this escape

But I cannot bear this awful thought

I think, what will happen to me?

Now-a-days she can't stand very tall

She is bent and crooked and gray

BUT, I LOVE THIS OLD LADY BEST OF ALL

You see this bent, wrinkled, loving

Old lady is my MOTHER

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