Month: September 2016

Your three words, my little story: Brian’s words

/ Jim McDonald / 3 Comments

Your three words, my little story

Brian’s words: pizza, house & 57 Chevy

 

The other day Brian was meeting his friends at the PIZZA parlor for lunch. He had to walk, because his truck was in the shop having a Flowmaster Dual Exhaust Kit installed. He’s been saving for months and couldn’t wait to hear the new sound.

 

He walked down the stairs and out of the HOUSE, then took a right toward the square. It was a beautiful Sloan Sunday, so he knew the old man would be on his bench to the right reading his paper and Margret would be on hers to the left crocheting and feeding the pigeons.

 

He walked between the two of them, past the Diner, Clinic and into the run down building on the corner. Everyone was at their booth and his soda was already on the table. Pizza hadn’t come yet though, no matter how hungry he was that didn’t speed up the oven.

 

A couple of hours later Brian rode with his friend to get his 57 CHEVY. After hearing the beast like rumble, he felt it was well worth the hundred and fifty dollars for the new pipes. Next comes the paint.

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Brownsville PA

Your three words, my little story: Gwyn D’s words

/ Jim McDonald / 11 Comments

Your three words, my little story
Gwyn D’s words: carousel, happenstance & audacious

 

Late Wednesday evening, Gwyn was walking into the Sloan coffee shop, when she noticed a very attractive fella sitting outside with his dog. They nodded and smiled at each other, before she opened the door and ushered her niece inside.

 

By HAPPENSTANCE Thursday she was sitting at the same table with her niece, while he walked in with his dog. This time he asked her, “Do you want a refill?”

 

“No thank you, maybe tomorrow.” She said with a cute little grin.

 

“Ok! Looking forward to it”

 

Friday they met in line, she still had her niece, but he had a young boy with him. He said, “How about tomorrow we meet at the carnival. Same time, somewhere around the CAROUSEL?”

 

“How AUDACIOUS of you!” But she was trying to figure out a way to ask him something similar anyway. “With the kids right?”

 

“Oh yeah!”

 

“Make it seven and you have a deal. By the way, don’t you owe me a coffee?”

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My cute little grand son Liam. So proud of him!

Your three words, my little story: Butch’s words (true story)

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Your three words, my little story
Butch’s words: football, Tennessee & Vols (true story)

 

Butch has lived most of his life between Maryland and TENNESSEE and is an avid FOOTBALL fan. He roots for the Washington Redskins and his college team is the Tennessee Volunteers.

 

He has always been interested Davey Crockett, since Crockett was born in eastern Tennessee in 1786.

 

Crockett led a band of twelve, known as the ‘Tennessee Mounted Volunteers’ and later joined up with Sam Houston. During the battle of the Alamo, Houston led an Army of Tennessee Volunteers fighting for the independence of Texas.

 

Crockett died at the Alamo on March 6th 1836 at the age of forty nine. Because of him, his men and the rest of Houston’s army, Tennessee became known as the ‘Volunteer State’. Tennessee has always answered the call. That’s why their college team is called the Tennessee VOLS, short for volunteers.

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My Tennessee family. Mom and dad are in this picture too and so is Butch.

Past, present & plans: 9-5-16

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Past, present & plans: 9-5-16

 

Past

 

My dad was from the cotton fields of Texas and my mom was from east Tennessee, actually she was born in the Appalachian Mountains. Therefore, I have all kinds of hillbilly in my back ground and I am proud of it.

 

A couple of years after we moved to Lanham, we had what you call a shindig in the front yard. Now, remember this is a housing development in Prince George’s County, Md. in the sixties.

 

The band was on the front porch, while all the rest of us were scattered in the grass. We had a couple of guitars, banjo, bass, harmonica and a jug and we were jammin’.

 

A few of the neighbors came out on their porch, but for the most part it was just us hicks. No one said anything or disturbed us, especially the way my dad and the uncles looked, we were a bad ass gang. It was great.

 

Years later, when ‘The Beverly Hillbillies’ came on TV, I realized how we might have been perceived by the neighbors.

 

To this day I love the way my family is and I am just as outgoing as they were. No one will squelch my spirit, although I find it useful to count to three sometimes before I speak. Old dogs can learn new tricks.

 

Present

 

Yesterday, me and Raymond took a day trip down to Colonial Beach, Virginia and had great day.

 

While, driving we usually tell each other funny stories of our past. I’ve known Raymond, since high school and I don’t believe I knew, that he spent two summers at Colonial Beach and visited many times.

 

We searched for his autograph in the fifty year old side walk, but our priority that day was the Art Show on the boardwalk. By the way there were no boards on the boardwalk, it was a concrete walk way. We bought a few things, took a mess of pictures, saw everything and flirted with all the woman.

 

Plans

 

I think I will add another category to my blog and I will probably call it ‘Stories by others’, although I will be the author of their stories.

 

I belong to a large group of people that don’t drink and drug anymore and we all have some stories that we are able to laugh at now.

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Raymond in February 2nd 2009 at Fontana River