Here’s a story I’ll share that always makes me smile. You’ll really like it if you’re a dog lover…. At this time in our lives Chelle and I were in a band with a keyboard player, Joyce, who also taught Preschoolers or there about. We had a gig that Halloween night of ’89, I think. Joyce told us how all the kids came to school that day dressed up for Halloween and she would play along with them and ask “what/who are you”? This one little boy was dressed as Freddy Krueger but when she asked who he was, he said “I’m Kreddy Fuger”. It was hilarious and we got such a kick out of it. Later that night after the gig, we were offered a puppy. It was beagle and lab mix and absolutely adorable. We accepted the puppy and I knew right off that his name had to be Fuger. He was black and brown, playful, loving and grew like a weed. He was a hunter and loved the outdoors. His name quickly evolved into Fugee … hard g. We were renting a place at the time that was pretty much off to itself, and way back behind the property was a good sized pond. Fugee found it and it quickly turned into his paradise. I found this out because he would repeatedly be wet when I called him. But the definite was when he came once and had a fish in his mouth. I was amazed so I followed/tagged along with him one day when he went there. (Of course my first thought was I want to go fishing here). But that day he had some buddies there. I could tell they knew each other well. He ran and jumped in the water like “look at our pool”. I said ….”Well I’ll be damned”. Fugee was smarter than me. Had his own friends, playground, food supply and place to take a bath ….free. :) He always let me know when someone came up to the house when he was there too, which is important to me. Life was grand, but after a couple years we had an offer to move that we couldn’t refuse. It was about 4 miles away and 3 of those were Hwy 220 and it could be pretty busy. The new place was spacious, had a separate garage (my man cave) and an empty dog lot. But after a couple days there, Fugee was missing. I called and whistled plumb out, but he didn’t come. I thought … “Oh no …. he went back”. Well, I hopped in the car and took off, praying I didn’t see him laying dead in the road. When I got there and started yelling and whistling for him, here he came ….soaking wet …like …”‘What’s up Dawg?”….. and I’m like what’s up with you crazy dog genius. So I loaded him up and took him back to the new place. He was fine for a day or so….. and I had to repeat that whole process…. But this time I put him in the lot. He was cool with it at the time, but he dug under the fence and split again. I repeated that process too and secured the fence, but it didn’t hold him. Fugee went back again. On this last time that I went for him, I saw him and his buddies …. and how happy they were …how happy he was. I loved on him one last time and said goodbye. After that, I’d stop by once in a while, sometimes I’d see him and sometimes not…….Many months went by, maybe a year, and I thought of Fugee one day and went to check on him. When I got there I heard a little commotion in the woods, so I eased over toward the sound. There he was, sniffing around and pawing at something. I noticed that his hair was turning gray. When he saw me, he took a defensive stance and bristled up, growling. I said “Fugee, it’s me boy”. His tail went to wagging and he ran to me. We loved on each other as much as I could stand…. don’t think he’d had a bath in a while….lol. I knew that he was where he wanted to be ….he knew his way home. That was the last time I saw Fugee, but I keep his memory with me. I have some pictures somewhere. Maybe I’ll post one when I come across them :)

Me and My Pup

I never knew how much I would miss the life growing up as a farm boy… slash country boy. We always had dogs and me and pup were best of friends when I got a whoopin’ and was sad and needed time away from everybody and everything. Just a whistle and a rub on his head and he would follow me to a place of seclusion where I could weep and lick my wounds, talk to God and figure out what I had to do. Pup loved me and I loved him. That was a great thing. I need a pup in my life again.

BUCK

BUCK
Daddy always had rabbit dogs ….14 at this one particular time in my youth. He took me with him on a run most of the time. In my early years, I would get cold and long to go home, or at least go to the truck. As the years went by, I noticed the lingo that Daddy used when he was running the dogs. You have to hear it to know it. On that note, once, after I was grown and married, I went squirrel hunting with some buddies from work. I heard a guy running dogs. I saw the leader that had jumped the rabbit. He was on it. Not as pretty as Buck, but a nice looking beagle. As I kept listening to the lingo, I swore it was my Daddy. In a minute or two, I saw the guy trompin’ through the woods and was amazed. Wasn’t my Dad. It was so identical to what Dad used to do that it freaked me out… but at the same time, I realized that this was an art …. one that Dad was really good at. Did I mention how much I love to eat Wabbit?
Okay, Back to BUCK. He was the leader of our pack. First one to jump a rabbit on a continual basis and never gave up. He was so good that we didn’t make him stay in the lot with the other dogs. He was big time pet celebrity dog, and I claimed him. Back in the day that meant he was mine. I loved him and he loved me. So this one day we were at Pa and Granny’s house. A little bird was unsuccessful at flying and the mom and dad bird tried valiantly to rescue it, but couldn’t. We had a dirt carport with some barrels and what not under there. There was a vacant birds nest in a spot, so my young mind thought I could make the little bird feel at home. I took the baby bird home and proudly put it in the vacant nest that night. The next morning all was well. At some point, I decided to run to the garden and get a fresh tomato and have myself a sandwich. As I was eating my sandwich, my older brother, Spooky, yells inside the screen door that something had killed my bird. I ran out and there was BUCK, licking his bloody chops and my baby bird looking like a piece of hamburger. He was looking at me as if it were a job well done. I instantly hit him with a haymaker on the side of his head! He instantly bit me back on my left eye, leaving a bite mark all the way around it …. perfect circle.. He saw the fury and anger in my eyes at that point. I chased him through the woods for what seemed like hours, determined to teach him a lesson. But it was me that gave out first.
For several days, BUCK would come to the edge of the woods, and I would scold him. I don’t remember exactly how many days it took my anger to subside, but when it did, I realized that BUCK was only doing what he knew to do, and that I loved him and he loved me. I wish you could have seen him the day I called him from the woods He was so humble and scared. We played together and loved on each other …. it was a great reunion. It was ME that learned a lesson. I loved ol’ BUCK … and he loved me.
I’ll never forget when BUCK died, but that’s another story. 🙂

The Underground Spring On Summerfield Property

My Grandfather on Daddy’s side died before I was born. Kenneth Obelia Duncan. I got his surname. He had some land on Pleasant Ridge Rd. in Summerfield N.C. My Mamaw, Allie Echols Duncan, lived there until she died. That property, along with Mamaw and my cousins, was the creation of so many memories for me. One of my favorite memories is one of the underground spring that was way down in the bottom. The old house had fallen in and rotted. Mamaw lived in a small trailor house on the property with no running water. Us young boys would gladly make the trek down the hill, through the pasture while messing with the cows, goats and chickens … any other creature that uncle Ray would have out there, just to get a taste of that spring water. It was so pure and refreshing. One year, bees~yellow jackets~ built a nest right inside the bank. It was a dilemma at first. But country folks get a bad rep. They are smarter than most folks in reality because they have common sense and logic …. morals too but that’s another story. You see, bees that nest underground are disturbed by vibration. So me and Spook and our cousins, Tab and Teddy, we realized all we had to do was ease in there and we could all live in peace. And that’s just what we did. I remember sticking my mouth down in that cool water of the spring while looking at the bees flying in and out, just hoping I was cool enough …. and I was! But we were kids …. did we ever stir them up?   Are you kiddin’ me?

Marble Memories

True story

Remember The Pawpaw
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In the mid sixties, the old Summerfield Elementary School was still standing. The creaking wooden floors and the radiator heating system was haunting in the early morning hours… if you were there …alone….and in the second grade. I found myself in that predicament on quite a few occasions. It took a while to get used to. Most of the time though, Spooky, my older brother, was with me. Mama and Daddy had jobs during this time where they had to be there real early, before daybreak, at times, or right at it. Our only alternative was to be let out at the school and wait in the auditorium. Mr. Reid was the janitor and was a cool old black man. But if you snuck ….yeah I said snuck …if you snuck up on him and goosed him or tickled him, he’d slap you cross-eyed if you weren’t fast enough to get out of his reach. Being the little brat I was, it only took gettin’ slapped that once to make sure I was quicker the next time …ha! He was a good old soul from what I remember though. Mr. Jessie Joyce was the Principal and was as fine a man as I can ever remember.
Okay, so after many mornings of sitting there in those auditorium chairs in the dark, almost falling to sleep over and over but being suddenly awakened by the creaking radiator heaters or whatever would make a strange noise, curiosity started to come into play along with memories. You know, like memories of where the teacher would put everything she confiscated from the kids at school ….. marbles, knives or anything you had that was disrupting the class. Yep ….the top desk drawer.
Spooky was a sneaky fella but for the most part an honest Abe kind of guy. I can’t remember whether he helped me in my scavenging or not, and I’m sticking to that. But I hit every unlocked teachers desk that I could get to. Man it was jackpot city! I got all my marbles back and half the other kids marbles too. Marbles was a big BIG thing at our school and we even had tournaments. Spooky was one of the best …. and I do mean one of the best. He could put english on a marble like Steve Walker puts on a cue ball. So with marbles abounding, and a few other items … ha! …. we’d light out to the playground when the other kids started coming in. There was always a good game of marbles to be had until the bell rang.
There was this one kid, can’t remember his name, but we took his marbles every morning for a while. I never had to worry because Spooky was there to clean up anything I missed. The poor kid never had a chance and didn’t even know it. He had an awesome stash at home too, and every morning he’d bring a much prettier sackful …. and we’d take them. Oh yeah …..we played for keeps!! …no other way!
So here’s the life lesson boys and girls …… well, one of them, depending on how you look at it because there’s quite a few floating around in this one. On this particular morning when we took this boys marbles, he started crying. When we asked what was wrong, he told us we had taken all of the marbles that he had at home and his mom and dad were gonna’ be quite upset. Of course honest Abe wanted to give him some back but I shut that down quickly ~ and this is where I messed up. After daily desk raids, it was obvious that teachers were confiscating things on a daily basis. So I decided to cut homie in on where he could get some more marbles. Seeing as how we were just gonna’ take them anyway, it’d make my job easier. Well I don’t remember if this sniveling little runt got caught or not, but the next thing I know, a group of teachers were asking to see little ol’ me out in the hall. After being questioned …realizing that my fear of what my Daddy would do to me trumped everything ….yep… I lied like a criminal. Swore to God with my right hand raised ….the whole nine.
That’s when the group of teachers said “We’ll just go ask Floyd” … that’s Spooky. My first thought was ….oh shit! They brought him right there in front of me, asked him the exact same questions ….his reply? ….”Yes Ma’am we did”…. It was like a fleet of laser beaming eyes that looked directly at me. I was frozen …. and that was long before this movie came out. That feeling has stuck with me all these years, long after the punishment has been forgotten. Yep, that’s right, I don’t even remember what happened as far as punishment. But I do know this, after that day ….. most of the teachers locked their top drawers. wink emoticon

Chuck Clark Shares Wonderful Memories

When I was about 13 years old, Pap & I awoke before sunrise, around 5am.
Pap had two squirrel rifles, one held 17 bullets, the other held only one. We got dressed, I carried the single shot, unloaded of course, & we trekked into the woods to wait for sunup.
We got 5 squirrels,2 of which were mine, in about an hour & a half.
Pap showed me how to pinch the skin on the back of a squirrel’s neck, cut it with a knife, stick two fingers into the hole, & rip the skin down to his head, feet, & tail. Cut the head, feet & tail off. Gut him. Then quarter him.
When we went inside to wash our breakfast, Granny was already making biscuits, MAKING biscuits. She fried the squirrel in Crisco after rolling it through the beaten eggs & flour. She poured milk & flour into the pan & made squirrel gravy while she scrambled the eggs.
She then sliced a tomato, took the biscuits out of the oven, & we sat down to the most memorable meal of my life.
Thank You Granny & Pap

Finish the Saga

Alrighty then to anyone interested. Here’s the next leg of the last saga…. After I pulled my head from the car seat it was business as usual. We went out of town to the job as always and came home. I told Chelle what happened to me, but no one else. At this point in our lives, we lived in a four room house with no bathroom or hot water We bathed in heated water and a wash pan. We had an outhouse and a Maytag wringer washing machine, clothesline included. Not many of you know anything about that do you? Ha! It’s all good. As I struggled with my ” revelation”, it was eating at me as you might imagine. I guess it was around a couple of weeks later that it was on my mind pretty heavy, when I went to sleep that night, I went into another lucid dream. In this one, I saw the same face that I saw in the vision. It looked like Jesus, God, my creator … I just knew He was in control ….except for my dream I had control there. It was with the same telepathy that He spoke to me …. locked eyes … no talking. He said this to me ….”You gripe and grumble and complain about everything. You think you have it so hard. Do what I did …. give your life for me, like I gave mine for you”. Immediately, in this dream I was at the foot of Golgatha, (Calvary). The crowd was cursing me and wanting to put me to death. I also realized that this was my lucid dream and that I had control. So with an inner smirk, I said to myself “I will die for my Lord in this dream and prove to Him I am worthy”. As my Lord stood quietly in the crowd and watched me, I began to take His place in the journey up Calvary. The crowd cursed and beat me, spat upon me and lashed me with whips … but I knew it was a dream and I was determined to follow through. They brought the wooden cross and put it upon my back for me to carry up the hill and I willingly obliged because it was my dream and I felt no pain. I could see my Lord watching me, reclusive in the crowd. His eyes always met mine we I turned to Him. Suddenly the whip began to hurt, but I trudged on until we reached the top of the hill. These Roman type guards came over and they laid me down on that cross. They positioned my hands and feet and picked up their hammers and large nails. It started to get very real. I was scared. Then in an instant, everyone was gone and there was this heavy fog all around. My Daddy came walking through the fog into my presence and made eye contact with me. With this same telepathy I let my Dad know that I needed help …. they were going to kill me. Then he turned his back to me and slowly walked away in the fog. It was a feeling of being utterly alone and terrified. At that point, I looked around and was totally alone. So I stood up and I ran away. I woke up immediately, realizing that I had been a coward. I wept …. I tried to go back into the dream for another chance but it was nowhere to be found. It still haunts me, BUT, I have a song from it with meaning that I believe was intended for me to have. Here is the song in a poem form.
I had a dream, that I saw my Saviour.
He said “my child, why do you gripe and complain”?
Pick up my cross, and tote it up Calvary
And if you love me, you’ll die for my name.

I trudged up the hill, those thorns piercing my head
The whip lashing me, was much more than I could bear
I wanted to run, but my Lord said “Not yet son,
You’ve got to see, just how much I cared”

Those guards came to me, as my Saviour stood watching,
Then they laid me down, on top of that old rugged tree,
They reached to the ground, for the spikes and the hammers,
That’s when I realized, that this choice was for me.

The suddenly appeared, my dear ole Daddy before me,
He was the only one that was left there with me
Then he turned his back, and walked away from me,
I felt my Lord’s pain, and His agony

And then in this dream, on that hill there was no one around me,
Like the coward I am, I stood up and away I did run,
In the blink of an eye, I awoke so ashamed I was hurting,
For even in this dream, I was unlike the Son

But my mind was clear, with a message to my heart,
The debt on the cross, has truly already been paid,
The death I must die, is a living transaction
Die out to this world, live by Him and be one of God’s saved

I had a dream …. that I saw my Saviour.