Your three words, my little story
La Toya’s words: love, faith & motivation

 

She had no idea where she was until she saw a sign that read, “Now entering Sloan. Hope you enjoy your stay.” She must have taken a wrong turn, somewhere in Wilson. Navigation wasn’t her strong suit, but she still had FAITH knowing she wouldn’t be late.

 

She was so hungry, so, she decided to slow down and look for a bite to eat. Unlike the hurried pace of a large city, so this quaint little town was different.

 

She turned right turn onto the one-way street that circled the park. In the park, she saw a man reading a paper and a lady sitting next to him feeding the pigeons. She immediately fell in LOVE with Sloan. How could she not? The noonday sun and gentle breeze rustling through the tree leaves presented such a serene setting.

 

Further down the street, on the right, was a diner. She parked in front of it, got out and headed into the rustic old building. Inside, she hesitated in front of the chalk board that listing the day’s special. The waitress, Betty, greeted her. “Hello, welcome to Grace’s.”

 

“Hi! Where should I sit?”

 

“Anywhere you want. I find most people like a booth by the window.”

 

“Well, so do I.” La Toya sat down so she could watch all the activity in the park and relax.

 

Betty handed her a menu and a slightly used local paper, then asked, “May I get you something to drink?”

 

“Yes. May I have a diet Pepsi along with the special please?”

 

“Sure can. Where ya headin’?”

 

“I’m going to Arkansas to teach some college students about MOTIVATION.”

 

“Wow! I never met anyone that teaches that.”

 

“Me neither. This is my first time and I’m a little nervous.”

 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do fine. Flash em that pretty smile; that will draw them in. Then you can present your message of what motivates you.”

 

Your three words, my little story
Carolyn’s words: Grace, Jewell & Nell

 

 

Special note: Grace, Jewell & Nell are sisters. Each one of them are very special to me and I carry them deep in my heart. One is my Mom, one is Carolyn’s Mom and the other one is Butch’s Mom. The story is fiction, but the Adam’s sisters are real and have all passed away.

 

I will not treat the sisters special in my stories, but like all the other residents of, “Sloan”, they’re good people.

 

 

They were raised in the hills of the Appalachian Mountains. Each one of them left home before their twenties to raise their own families. After their husbands passed away and the children left the nest, all three moved to Sloan. They pooled their money together and bought a house on Main St. across from, Judy, the librarian. Judy had no siblings or children and her husband was also dead.

 

 

The Adams sisters were known throughout the county as very caring, loving ladies, that had a gift with a deck of cards. Rook was the main card game in Sloan; and the sisters learned that game the moment they were old enough shuffle a deck.

 

 

GRACE and JEWELL were partners on Mondays; NELL and Jewell were partners on Wednesdays; Judy and Jewell were partners on Fridays. It would have been easier for Judy if one of them was her partner all the time; however, it didn’t matter to the sisters because they played the same style all their lives.

 

 

Judy never had a sister; now, she had three. It was four of a kind. Where you saw one, you saw four. They were thought of, as the Sloan Sisters.

 

There will be more of Adam’s sister in the future

Your three words, my little story
Gwyn’s words: innocuous, glare & copacetic

 

George, Wally and Popper normally sit under the shade tree in front of Popper’s apartment building. They didn’t sit there everyday, but often enough to become a sidewalk fixture on the west side of the park.

 

They were an INNOCUOUS group of older men from Sloan; they didn’t bother anyone, except for Betty. She worked in the diner on the other side of the park; so, they flirted with her all the time. She loved the attention.

 

Betty walked out of the same building Popper lives in and asked, “How you fellas doin’?”

 

Wally said, “Everything’s COPACETIC Betty. What’s happening in your neck of the woods?”

 

“Did you all hear about the body behind the clinic?”

 

George said, “Not much, but we did see the Sheriff and the ambulance across the street the other day.”

 

Popper said, “We couldn’t see much, because of the GLARE coming off of my car. What happened?”

 

“Don’t know guys! Dr. G found a dead guy next to the dumpster, that’s all I know.”

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Some stranger from Wilson. I do know that much.”

Your three words, my little story
Joyce’s words: magnolia, well & conure

 

Joyce has many hobbies, but her favorite is horticulture. She lives in a one room shack just north of the Bayou. She’s not Cajun, but her food and most of her plant life are.

 

People come from all over to see her grand MAGNOLIA Tree. It stands thirty five feet tall and just about as wide and is placed perfectly in the middle of her front yard. It’s the only thing in her front yard except for the grass, perfumed air and her mail box planted next to the gravel road.

 

Her favorite place is several hundred feet into her back yard. She loves strolling past her WELL house and down one of her many rambling paths filled with flora, while picking weeds here and there.

 

There aren’t a lot of Pear trees near the Bayou, but Joyce has one that attracts all kinds of birds to its to foliage. Her favorite bird is the cinnamon green-cheeked CONURE. Between the pears and the strawberry patch she has many parrots in her fragrant landscape.