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The Dark Years...Book 1
Chapter 1--Blueberry Hill Adventures... (Saturday, June 2, 2001)
Once upon a time, in a land distance from ours, a girl and her mother were on their way to Blueberry Hill. The girl and her mother got in their truck and pulled out onto an open road. It was quiet and high noon when they reached that long stretch of paved highway. The mother had been up and down this road many a times before; the girl, a few and far between trips. Still, the girl pointed out places of interest and friends' houses to her mother, who, like her daughter, loved sight-seeing. And there were many a sights to see. But some sights were saddening. Like where people had started to build houses and the land was desolated. Without the presents of trees and shrub, the land was barren expect for houses here and houses there. Finally after 20 minutes of driving down the road, they made it to Blueberry Hill. The lady in the small houses wasn't very nice but that didn't matter, for the mother was in Blueberry and fresh vegetables heaven. The mother bought 2 pounds of Blueberries and some squash. During that long trip back to home, they came along a house. A house on the corner. A gray house on the corner...this is the story of a man we love; Kevin Calvin Williams.
The End
Chapter 2--To Happiness we go. (Tuesday, June 5, 2001)
"No! Don't make me buy paper towels just cause they're on sale. Nooooooooo!!!!!!" I think as my mother puts my three towels in the buggy. Buggy-that's a funny word. Stephen H., whatever his name is, takes my mother's groceries out to our truck.
As we go home, I'm preparing myself to make a pizza for myself so that I may eat lunch and dinner. We got all the pizza stuff...but when we got home, my mother decides that she wanted to go eat at Hamburger Happiness in Minden.
So we get in the truck and as we drove passed David dropout New's house, he came outside. My mother stops and throws the truck into reverse just to tell David to edge the yard. "With a blade?" Duh, you idiot dropout. The reason that you go to school is to become smarter, not dumber. Anyways, we went on our way. We saw many things on our way to happiness. That is hamburger happiness.
My mother had to stop and get money out of the key banker by Richard's house. Then we got back on our way to happiness. In the hamburger sense.
When we finally got to Hamburger Happiness, another Haughton High School student and her mother were being served hamburgers. Happy hamburgers-hence the name Hamburger Happiness. We got out and went in-into happy hamburger land at Hamburger Happiness. We ordered and sat down in the last table in the room. Well, there was this couple, the lady had green nail polish and they both stared. Then this old guy and his son came in. The son ordered and the old man came toward us. My mother thought that he was going to look out the window/door thing. I couldn't see him since I was sitting toward the window and my back was toward the counter. But I could still sense his presence, even though I couldn't see him, and his talking to us. He stopped, short of the table. Stared a while then started, "Nicse day outside."
"Yepp, it sure is," mother.
"That lady's gots a head of hair." grandpa.
I smiled.
"Nicse lady sthere." grandpa.
I smile again.
"Syour a nicse lady too" grandpa.
"Thank you" mother.
Grandpa stands there and starts again.
"Ther was this girl, and she was young" grandpa.
He stops.
"Yepp, it sure is." mother.
"So when did Jessica V. Hall go to six flags?" mother.
"I didn't know she went." me.
Kick in the leg from my mother.
"When..." mother
"And this gurl, she was young. Twenty-one." grandpa.
"Yes, sure she was." mother.
Grandpa stops and stand there still.
"When did Jessica V. Hall go to six flags?" mother.
"I don't know." me.
"And I told her...that...this...twenty-one." grandpa.
And with this grandpa laughs, so we all laugh.
Grandpa stands there still and says nothing so my mother starts making more stuff up.
"Didn't she go with her church?" mother.
"I didn't know Jessica V. Hall to go to church." me.
Grandpa stands there still.
"What church does she go to?" mother.
"I don't know." me.
"And there was this old lady ther and she wanted...while...that gurl...and she said 'to bad'" grandpa.
Grandpa ends that with laughing and so we again laugh with him at something we couldn't understand.
Then another voice enters, louder, clearer, deeper, and near darn screaming.
"Well, where do you want to sit?" asks grandpa's son.
"Over there" grandpa answers.
"Well, we gota walk around to the other side." son.
So they walk around to the other side, and they walk around and plop down in the booth next door. And so my mother again starts her making stuff up to create conversion.
"I think she goes to that big church right besides that house." mother.
So I start my mono-answering service.
"Exactly" me.
"Did you know when she went to six flags?" mother.
"Exactly" me.
"Are you and Jessica V. Hall friends?" mother.
"Exactly" me.
"Go get the food" mother.
"Exactly" me.
"GO GET THE FOOD, it's done." mother.
"Oh, exactly" me.
So I'm off to get the food. Finally, grandpa and his son get their food. During the whole nice "happy" hamburger eating scene, grandpa chokes and gags and coughs. We lose our appetite and leave. This is the story of grandpa, the man we love, and the man with the unusually red bright red tongue and story I can't understand. Nor can my mother.
The End.
Chapter 3--The old man and the sea-not exactly (Wednesday, June 6, 2001)
There was an old man and he was very, very, very old,
He lived way up north where is was very cold,
He lived in a cottage way out of town,
Right beside a convenience store he used to hang around,
Nice little cottage with a roof that slightly slants,
And a colorful bright array of pretty plants,
Behind the cottage, a small neat garden of vegetables,
And a wooden shed near by where he stored the garden tools,
Inside, a grandfather clocks sits next to his grandfather's chair,
Pictures of his family line the fireplace mantle at a time when he had hair,
Maple syrup sits where it always has sat before,
Untouched and congealing itself and can no longer pour,
The curtain in the kitchen window have been faded by the sun,
The old table cloth and a place sat for one,
Under that table another places is reserved on the floor,
A small kitten that he found behind the convenience store,
In the sink, the products of his garden that he brought inside,
They are to be later washed and dried,
In his room, on his bed the kitten sleeps,
And on the night stand, his father's Bible he keeps,
In his mind, the memories will always last,
But in his closet, neatly packed away are souvenirs of yesterdays passed,
In the bathroom, in the window, is a small ivy growing with much care,
In the medicine cabinet, it might as well be bare,
Toothpaste, aspirin, cotton balls; so little for such an old man,
But he came to this countryside with a plan,
He his no internet nor any computers,
He feeds and watches birds,
While he sits on his porch sipping on lemonade,
He takes help from no one nor does he want aid,
He wanted to have room and space,
So he came to this quiet woody place,
He doesn't want fatty foods, but yet a diet that's lite,
He exercises every morning, noon, and night,
And when people ask about him, he says "whoever said that to exercise you can't be gray?"
He goes to bed with the sun and wakes up with a new day,
And with each new day brings its challenges,
And with each new day he is being the old happy man that he always is,
He wanted to escape the busy life of the city,
And placed his house in the middle of these trees,
He wanted to live a simpler life,
And by the grace of God,
He will.