|The Point (standard:drama, 2139 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Jul 18 2007||Views/Reads: 2255/1434||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
The Point Backwoods writer Stanley Mcqueen The Kentucky mountains is were I was raised up . By two good Christian parents . Fathers name is Luther wells and Mother name is Sara. My name is Jake and I have one sister and her name is Martha, she is just twelve years old, and quite a pretty girl , she is dark skinned like mammy. Our small corn farm sets surrounded by rough ridges and paw own sixty acre more or less of land, Our small Farm house is crude and build out of logs paw cut and made with his own hands before me or Martha was born, growing corn is how we make end meet and we also have a few hogs and cattle to tend too. Paw fell sick last month with a disease called consumption . And doctor smith said he was going to die , and that there was no cure for this lung disease . Being just sixteen and hardly big enough to plow a mule and tend to the farm work has brought a bad hardship to our family.. Paw is too proud to ask any neighbor to help us out and mammy has been helping me in between helping take care of paw . Bad times have befallen us . Paw lays in the big room of our shack he is pale and cannot hardly walk and help himself, last night I heard maw crying after ever the lantern was blow out and it was dark in the shack. She was praying that God would help paw to live and not die , and this made me so sad I hardly slept a wink after hearing her crying., Paw said God must have a job for him up in the heavenly throne calling him home so early at just forty six years old... it was so hard to look at paw just withering away right before our eyes and he was so frail looking ., and just months before he was so strong and working and doing the farm chores and now he is barely able to set up in bed for a spell. Martha I don't think really quit understand just how sick paw is and we have not told her paw is going to pass away , maw said we should not tell her that paw is going to die soon , paw called me into his room and said he had a favor to ask of me and I asked him what did he want me to do. Well Jake you go over and tell Tom north and Fred Gilmore and wade Bishop I need them to come to the shack that I need to asked them to do something for me... what is it that you need them for I asked paw, never mind son just go as I have told you and don't ask me no question. You know after they have come he added, I saddle the little mule old Charlie and rode across the ridges to each of paw friend and neighbor as he requested . Then I headed back home and was soon there and after a little while all three of paw good friend showed up to see what paw needed of them. Maw showed them the room paw was in and he greeted them with a faint smile and had maw to set three chairs beside his bed for them to set on while he talked to them from his sick bed. Now boys I have called you all three here to do me a favor and I have worked beside all three of you on these old rough ridges for many years now and we have swapped work and help each other in all kind of needs on each party benefits , now boys it falls on you fellows to do Luther a favor .. Tom speak up and say what is it that you need us to do Tom asked paw? I want you boys to dig my grave paw says and the three men look strangely at paw., then Fred says who ever heard of digging, a man grave before he is dead ? Well Fred im not like most men , I want things done good and proper and I know this is a strange request , but like I said I want to make these choices before my eyes closes in death, and furthermore I have works along side each of you when we all pitched in and helped dig neighbors graves and I know you all will do a good job and dig my grave six feet deep and you'll square the edges just right so my box will fit perfect.. I don't want a lazy man digging my grave and I don't want varmint digging my bone ups and scattering them around the woodland. Well when do you want us to dig it asked Fred , tomorrow is fine because boys im not going to be here much longer , as you all see I have wasted away to nothing but skin and bone. And furthermore when you boys are finished with my grave I want each of you to visit every neighbor in these parts and invite them to my shack for a meal and singing and I want to say a word to all these fine hill folks that have all been real good neighbors and farmers like we all are paw says and tries to give a cheerful smile at his last words, and also I what my overalls put on me and my old ragged cap that I have wore for nearly ten long years back . My Sara will take care of the latter paw tell the men. Well Luther we will be here early and do as you have asked .. Tom says. Where do you want the grave dug at asked Tom, as they were about to leave? Paw point at the ridge that stands just beyond our shack , it can be seen from paw winder and paw said that old point is fit for nothing but laying a bodies bones on it to steep to turn and plow for corn ground ,, those big oaks that stand there will shade my resting bones paw says sort of grinning, well Tom said we will be off and we will see you in the morning , paw waves at his friends as they make Click here to read the rest of this story (76 more lines)
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