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Backwood stories by Stanley Mcqueen Grandpa My name is Cleve Bishop i.,m the only son born to walter and Mary Bishop, our small log shack set surrounded by tall pine trees, here in Muddy Fork we grow corn for our living and like most everone here we are poor folks.. Maw or Pa neither one of them can read or write nor can Grandpa Bishop, grandpa lives a little way around the ridge from our place, he is nigh eighty years old now and since grandma pass away about a year ago he just hasn,t been the same , he set around on the porch stoop and want go fishing or nothing, he just sets and watches his old mules pick the grass in the paster near his shack, I,m worried about his and somehow he has lost the will to do anything, he misses Grandma so bad, pa sent me over to stay a while with him , it hopes that i might cheer him up but it seems its going to be a hard things, he told me just yesterday the only reason he had for living was for Grandma and that her dieing has killed something inside his heart, pa said some sickness of the heart could,t be cured by doctors, We,re setting on the porch and its evening and he isn,t talking much and that worries me a lot, grandpa i said don,t be so sad , grandma would not want you be so sorrowful i remind him , well Cleve here is how it is me and your grandma was like two peas in a pod, we had been married fifty years and did you know that she help me clear this old hillside farm , we bought this land and both worked so hard getting it cleared for corn growing, i tell you boy your grandma was quiet a worker for a woman she cound swing an ax as good as any man could , grandpa smiles at his words. son if the good master would do me a favor he snatch me up dead and then i could be with your Grandma, she was a God fearing woman, a good hearted woman with plenty of smarts, she new who made these pretty green flush ridges , she was the one person who taught me about the good master, her pa was a mountain preacher who could read and write and he read the good book to her and brought her up to fear the lord God ,, she knowed enough to live by the words of God she was a smart industrious woman fer sure “ how about you and me and pa going fishing tomarrow i asked ? boy fishing use to me my love and i was usually scunked when your grandma went she was a fisherwoman could out fish me and that hurt boys he addmitted” i tell you boy everthing here reminds me of her those old red chicken of hers running about in the yard a reminder of her he said” they just ain,t not way i can get her out of my head and my heart he addmited” yesterday i walked up on the ridge to visit her grave and i set there a good while and visited her and i picked here a mess of flowers while i was going up there , she loved mountain flowers so you know boy, how you granny was about such things before she died she told me if anything every happen to her to bury her on that ridge of ours over looking the shack , i done as she asked “ and that would have pleased her so boy, she new i would thow he added... your pa is missing her too son i seen his tracks on the ridge he has been going up there too to visit his mammy, he want let on so much boy but his is missing her nigh as bad as me and i new he would , but hes the type that hold in his feeling ,, you grandma was like that too boy she kept things to herself alot and i was use to her being mannered like that ..you pa is a good solid man a good worker and that man is aimed at growing the best corn in these parts and has proved he can as well..... he is a farmer above several men here and about” summer before last me and her went and fished that place we alway called the popular hole in the river where them big cat fish thrive in the river . did you know that woman caught a seven pounder in about fifteen minites she drug that big cat fish in and moked me for being slow in getting my hooked rigged with worms, only fault i had about her when we went a fishing i couldnt. get her to leave the river grandpa laughed and smile a little” i tell you boy that woman was a site for any eyes.... it seemed to please him talking about grandma it had brought a few smiles to his face at least , but i love him and respect him so it was Click here to read the rest of this story (91 more lines)
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