Everytime I come to this blog I think of a warm fireplace with everybody relaxing around it sharing stories and a few jokes.....I can hear the wind whipping the snow into a blizzard outside and uh, I am sorry dad but I don't see any internet here...a few books and Joseph telling some story about a lost billfold in Montana.
Ruth is curled up on the couch with Dorcas who asked some question about Idlewild whom both Rosemary and Rachel start to answer simultaneously-dad shakes his head and gets up to get more popcorn that mom just got done making in the kitchen.
David is making a truck out of legos on the floor but my dog just snatched it and ran with Timmy right behind him.
Mom is sitting back down in her rocking chair as Brittany curls up in her 'mamaws' lap. The door blows open as Isaiah blows in with some more wood for the fire.
Me? I'm sitting over there cleaning my gun after scolding Ace who's quietly laying by my feet.
Don't you just love it? Or am I the only one....?
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That lost Billfold... Let's see, it was the fall of '94 I believe. I was hunting back towards Young Creek up towards the the head gate of the irrigation ditch. Frosty mornings, almost warm afternoons. The Larches had aleady turned yellow and most of their needles had fallen to the ground. The firewood was already piling up in the wood house and I was finally old enough to go hunting by myself. I can still smell the oil on that gun- a bolt action 30.06 I believe it was. On day that I lost my wallet I had been back close to Young Creek then cut Northwest back towards the top of the sledding hill. Later I was almost sure it was somewhere around the place where I crawled through the fence where I lost that wallet. I was one praying fourteen year old- that wallet had my hunter's safety certificate as well as my tags for that season. Mom walked my entire route with me. I walked it probably a dozen times. It was a brown nylon velcro wallet, I haven't seen it since. I can still sense that desparation that would wash over me as I walked through those woods asking God to help me find it.
ReplyDeleteEventually I got a duplicate hunter's safety certificate and I did shoot my limit that year. But, I hope I never lose a wallet again. It is too traumatic.
hey,you forgot Marcus, where is he, trying to ride Ace as he lies quietly at your feet, all the while running between you and the popcorn bowl.
ReplyDeleteI love that picture but I think Dad also got some of that homemade fudge I'm supposedly famous for now, to eat with his popcorn.
ReplyDeleteoh fudge..somehow I feel left out on that.
ReplyDeleteI don't think Ace would be lying there quietly if somebody was trying to ride him. And Joseph the reason I brought that billfold up is because I also walked that whole route with you...searching for the ever elusive wallet.
ReplyDeleteJonathan... you're a good writer and this makes me feel homesick....
ReplyDeleteI don't really remember the lost wallet....