Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Sometime the difficulties we face are not imported.
I think this speaks to the fact Clora has attained her state of grace in spite of her background.
Good parable for some of our politicians to receive but that would be another brand of fiction.
Thank you Ma'am.
I think this speaks to the fact Clora has attained her state of grace in spite of her background.
Good parable for some of our politicians to receive but that would be another brand of fiction.
Thank you Ma'am.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Could everyone hear the sizzle 'n smell the garlic at suppertime. I got a 4x5 this morning.
#360
Tess and Wyatt were mildly surprised to find they had visiting company; especially the combination of Bruce and the housekeeping couple.
Tilly marched right over to the sink and started peeling apples, shooing Wyatt over to sit down with the men. The three boy's were quiet but very observant, and after a hushed three way conference, the sat at the table and leaned back , adopting the casual pose of the three men. Tess served coffee, but denied the triplets the beverage.
Tess was watching with bright eyes and smiling face. Her young men were definitely benefiting by Wyatt's influence and as much as she would have preferred her Dad to be the primary role model, the boy's were responding to Wyatt more positively.
Tess was smiling and lost in her good feelings, she almost missed the information Bruce was imparting.
That brought a frown to her, she didn't have any feeling or premonition about the appearance of her maternal grandmother, and it was shocking to Tess that she had missed something so important.
Mark and Clora were having a flat, angry stare; Mark ruefully understanding that his favorite and famous dark and rageful 'look' had absolutely no impression on Clora and she wasn't backing down an inch.
"Clora, be reasonable," Mark tried charm, when intimidation didn't work. "I just want to keep you safe. That woman is plain evil and I don't want to see you hurt by one of her nefarious schemes. I wouldn't put it past her to smuggle a gun and try to shoot you, right here in your own house." he ran his hand through his hair, feeling so frustrated he wanted to grab his beautiful wife and shake her.
"Mark, I deeply appreciate your concern. I want answers that can only come from that woman, and I welcome you to be right with me, if I ever see her again. I don't know why she has decided to act as a 'mother' at this late date, so something is driving her to bare her soul." Clora was calm and in control, but there were little glimmers of pain in her eyes over the situation.
"I have nothing but rage for her," Mark was honest. "The hurt and anguish she has forced on you and your loved ones, worse than the absolute mess I was raised in."
"That is why I am looking for closure. It's information I don't have to have, but maybe a missing piece of me, a solution that I have prayed about for years."
Mark was defeated, he knew it, pretended he was ignoring the loss, but understanding if he had to lose, it was best done to Clora who loved him. "All right, but if she so much as looks cross eyed at you, I'll pleasurably shoot her, ... several times."
Clora simply nodded, there was nothing she could say with out smiling at her tough acting husband. "I love you Mark Linderman," she whispered, "I appreciate and love you all the more for loving and protecting me."
"A full time job with no time off for good behavior;" he gathered up Clora and proceeded to kiss her long and hard, causing her toes to curl and her eyelashes to flutter.
That's where Milo found them as he came busting in the door. "Oh geese, their kissing again," he parroted, earning him a double dark look from both parents.
#360
Tess and Wyatt were mildly surprised to find they had visiting company; especially the combination of Bruce and the housekeeping couple.
Tilly marched right over to the sink and started peeling apples, shooing Wyatt over to sit down with the men. The three boy's were quiet but very observant, and after a hushed three way conference, the sat at the table and leaned back , adopting the casual pose of the three men. Tess served coffee, but denied the triplets the beverage.
Tess was watching with bright eyes and smiling face. Her young men were definitely benefiting by Wyatt's influence and as much as she would have preferred her Dad to be the primary role model, the boy's were responding to Wyatt more positively.
Tess was smiling and lost in her good feelings, she almost missed the information Bruce was imparting.
That brought a frown to her, she didn't have any feeling or premonition about the appearance of her maternal grandmother, and it was shocking to Tess that she had missed something so important.
Mark and Clora were having a flat, angry stare; Mark ruefully understanding that his favorite and famous dark and rageful 'look' had absolutely no impression on Clora and she wasn't backing down an inch.
"Clora, be reasonable," Mark tried charm, when intimidation didn't work. "I just want to keep you safe. That woman is plain evil and I don't want to see you hurt by one of her nefarious schemes. I wouldn't put it past her to smuggle a gun and try to shoot you, right here in your own house." he ran his hand through his hair, feeling so frustrated he wanted to grab his beautiful wife and shake her.
"Mark, I deeply appreciate your concern. I want answers that can only come from that woman, and I welcome you to be right with me, if I ever see her again. I don't know why she has decided to act as a 'mother' at this late date, so something is driving her to bare her soul." Clora was calm and in control, but there were little glimmers of pain in her eyes over the situation.
"I have nothing but rage for her," Mark was honest. "The hurt and anguish she has forced on you and your loved ones, worse than the absolute mess I was raised in."
"That is why I am looking for closure. It's information I don't have to have, but maybe a missing piece of me, a solution that I have prayed about for years."
Mark was defeated, he knew it, pretended he was ignoring the loss, but understanding if he had to lose, it was best done to Clora who loved him. "All right, but if she so much as looks cross eyed at you, I'll pleasurably shoot her, ... several times."
Clora simply nodded, there was nothing she could say with out smiling at her tough acting husband. "I love you Mark Linderman," she whispered, "I appreciate and love you all the more for loving and protecting me."
"A full time job with no time off for good behavior;" he gathered up Clora and proceeded to kiss her long and hard, causing her toes to curl and her eyelashes to flutter.
That's where Milo found them as he came busting in the door. "Oh geese, their kissing again," he parroted, earning him a double dark look from both parents.
Siskiyoumom
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Dang girl you sure do know how to hunt!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Congrats on the venison and thank you for the chapter.
PacNorWest
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Hee, hee, hee. Got my doe this morning. Mr. KC is holding out for a monster buck he has spotted, and of course that is of maximum importance. Mr KC's #2 son got his buck, so I have three to process, and stories will be short until I get done.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I hope you have their help.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Worked, didn't it?
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Meat in Freezer 1st Ma'am.
Rules must have changed a bit; you shot it, you clean, hang, skin then stand ready to wrap. And don't be a chiseler when you give the cutter his/her taste; that's just rude.
Don't worry about us: I for one am reviewing Clora's mom and Bruce's often wayward paths of yore. Lots there to review and I doubt I'm alone.
When you're ready, we'll be here.
Maybe go sharpen your tools........
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#361
"Promise me this Clora, do not let that woman tell you to meet her secretly, that there is no other way she would give you the information. That I won't compromise on, I have to be there to protect you." Mark stated flatly, with Milo agreeing, while the red headed boy wonder went snooping to find cookies.
"Will you get away from my cookies," Mark snapped at Milo, who most unrepentedly, snatched a handful before his father could close the distance and push him away from the cookie plate in the cupboard.
"You've got a wife, go eat your own cookies," the head lion snarled, as Milo chuckled with a mouthful.
"Ma's are still the best. When do you think the old rip, I mean woman, put the note on the gate? I'm guessing we should have Gary stay here, rather than take off on some walkabout." Milo presented a problem to solve, hoping it would take Mark's mind off the cookie caper.
Milo theatrically shuddered as Mark gave him a stare that plainly said, I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work.
"I tried," Milo said somewhat to himself, with a mouthful of cookie.
"What did you say?" Mark demanded.
"I wanted to know what you thought of Gary leaving?" Milo said hurriedly, "He's waiting to go."
"I'd like him to stay until we get some idea of what's going to happen here, I'll go talk to him." Mark stepped back to head for the door. "You stay out of the cookies," he ordered with a dark look at Milo.
Milo muttered something as he swallowed the last cookie, hoping that Mark would take the noise as an acceptance of his father's order.
"You're still a brat," Mark huffed as he went out the door, letting the screen door slam for added emphasis.
"Ma, please listen to him, Dad's right, that woman might have birthed you, but she's no mother; not any more than my mother was to me." Milo was sad but correct.
"Promise me this Clora, do not let that woman tell you to meet her secretly, that there is no other way she would give you the information. That I won't compromise on, I have to be there to protect you." Mark stated flatly, with Milo agreeing, while the red headed boy wonder went snooping to find cookies.
"Will you get away from my cookies," Mark snapped at Milo, who most unrepentedly, snatched a handful before his father could close the distance and push him away from the cookie plate in the cupboard.
"You've got a wife, go eat your own cookies," the head lion snarled, as Milo chuckled with a mouthful.
"Ma's are still the best. When do you think the old rip, I mean woman, put the note on the gate? I'm guessing we should have Gary stay here, rather than take off on some walkabout." Milo presented a problem to solve, hoping it would take Mark's mind off the cookie caper.
Milo theatrically shuddered as Mark gave him a stare that plainly said, I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work.
"I tried," Milo said somewhat to himself, with a mouthful of cookie.
"What did you say?" Mark demanded.
"I wanted to know what you thought of Gary leaving?" Milo said hurriedly, "He's waiting to go."
"I'd like him to stay until we get some idea of what's going to happen here, I'll go talk to him." Mark stepped back to head for the door. "You stay out of the cookies," he ordered with a dark look at Milo.
Milo muttered something as he swallowed the last cookie, hoping that Mark would take the noise as an acceptance of his father's order.
"You're still a brat," Mark huffed as he went out the door, letting the screen door slam for added emphasis.
"Ma, please listen to him, Dad's right, that woman might have birthed you, but she's no mother; not any more than my mother was to me." Milo was sad but correct.
sssarawolf
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Thank you pac, very much.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
One last minute lardo doe to finish cutting and wrap. I'm old and slow!!!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Good luck and hope it goes smoothly.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
If she sharpened her tools as I suggested, she'll be done in jig time....
Then, Ms Pac, take a breather.
That's us outside, perched on the rail, waiting.
Orion Commander
Veteran Member
"Slow and steady goes far in a day." Ralph Moody's Father. It's ok to be old and slow.
PacNorWest
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#362
"Ma, did I ever tell you I had, and still have, a suspicion that Sylvia was involved in that mess with Charlie? I don't know why I think that way, except the feeling won't go away, and a gut feeling is usually correct." Milo helped himself to another cookie.
"I agree that there were highly unusual circumstances connected with his accusations and behavior. Coming as it did at the time and place, certainly points to someone with malicious intent. Do you?" Clora paused a moment, and then went ahead, "ever wonder about your parents?"
"Not for an iced over second," Milo said firmly, "When I was small, you and Dad cared, loved and raised Ted and myself with everything you had. I became your kid, for all my rights and wrongs, I can never thank you enough. You inspired me to adopt Robbie, and I feel strongly that he is my kid, ,,, all the way."
Clora smilled a sweet, heart felt smile that beamed from her whole being "You had better get another cookie, Dad's on his way back," she offered softly.
"He sure is a grouchy old lion about your cookies, not a generous bone in his body." Milo complained.
"Don't talk about me with your mouth full of my cookies" Mark grated out.
Those cookies and God are the only reasons I've ever been able to make it home after some of the situations I've been in. I believe the trip from the valley, was the hardest, and didn't we think that's where Sylvia had been hiding?" Mark spoke from the screen door.
"Yes, but it was a fuzzy, unclear feeling I got about her, it's strange to me, that I've never been able 'feel' her strongly, as I can most other people". Clora clasped her hands together. It wasn't a worried wringing of hands, rather it was a calmness of purpose of prayer.
"I can't believe she's anything but the worst kind of evil," Mark wasn't ready to let slide his deep distrust and disgust of Clora's mother.
Milo seized the opportunity to snitch another cookie and make a bee line for the door. He mumbled something and waved good bye, making good on his escape.
"He'd better get out of here," Mark mock growled, "I have better things to do than stay here and guard the cookie plate."
Clora chuckled, "I can always make more cookies, you know they are for you. Every time I missed you so terribly when you've been gone, I tried to make cookies so there would be a connection between us."
"Clora, I don't know what to say, I guess I never looked at our life from your eyes." Mark felt stunned, never realizing the cost Clora had spent.
"Clora, I don't know what to say," his tone was low and apologetic. "I, ..I never thought about the depth. It's there and it's frightening to me. Even after all these years, I haven't understood the total of you."
Open arms met open arms and the simple holding of a loved one strengthened the strong bonds holding the two of them together.
Gary started to open the screen door and looked up to see his parents in a fierce hold. And they were his parents; now he understood the reason he had been gifted into this family. God, yes Ma's God, wanted the emotion he could see and feel emanating from his parents, for him.
It caused the wang leather tough man to hesitate and slowly and quietly close the door. Gary backed away, not wanting to interrupt the closeness. He walked over to the garden fence and spread his arms on the top board. He needed to think, think hard and long about his life and the lack of his good sense.
"Ma, did I ever tell you I had, and still have, a suspicion that Sylvia was involved in that mess with Charlie? I don't know why I think that way, except the feeling won't go away, and a gut feeling is usually correct." Milo helped himself to another cookie.
"I agree that there were highly unusual circumstances connected with his accusations and behavior. Coming as it did at the time and place, certainly points to someone with malicious intent. Do you?" Clora paused a moment, and then went ahead, "ever wonder about your parents?"
"Not for an iced over second," Milo said firmly, "When I was small, you and Dad cared, loved and raised Ted and myself with everything you had. I became your kid, for all my rights and wrongs, I can never thank you enough. You inspired me to adopt Robbie, and I feel strongly that he is my kid, ,,, all the way."
Clora smilled a sweet, heart felt smile that beamed from her whole being "You had better get another cookie, Dad's on his way back," she offered softly.
"He sure is a grouchy old lion about your cookies, not a generous bone in his body." Milo complained.
"Don't talk about me with your mouth full of my cookies" Mark grated out.
Those cookies and God are the only reasons I've ever been able to make it home after some of the situations I've been in. I believe the trip from the valley, was the hardest, and didn't we think that's where Sylvia had been hiding?" Mark spoke from the screen door.
"Yes, but it was a fuzzy, unclear feeling I got about her, it's strange to me, that I've never been able 'feel' her strongly, as I can most other people". Clora clasped her hands together. It wasn't a worried wringing of hands, rather it was a calmness of purpose of prayer.
"I can't believe she's anything but the worst kind of evil," Mark wasn't ready to let slide his deep distrust and disgust of Clora's mother.
Milo seized the opportunity to snitch another cookie and make a bee line for the door. He mumbled something and waved good bye, making good on his escape.
"He'd better get out of here," Mark mock growled, "I have better things to do than stay here and guard the cookie plate."
Clora chuckled, "I can always make more cookies, you know they are for you. Every time I missed you so terribly when you've been gone, I tried to make cookies so there would be a connection between us."
"Clora, I don't know what to say, I guess I never looked at our life from your eyes." Mark felt stunned, never realizing the cost Clora had spent.
"Clora, I don't know what to say," his tone was low and apologetic. "I, ..I never thought about the depth. It's there and it's frightening to me. Even after all these years, I haven't understood the total of you."
Open arms met open arms and the simple holding of a loved one strengthened the strong bonds holding the two of them together.
Gary started to open the screen door and looked up to see his parents in a fierce hold. And they were his parents; now he understood the reason he had been gifted into this family. God, yes Ma's God, wanted the emotion he could see and feel emanating from his parents, for him.
It caused the wang leather tough man to hesitate and slowly and quietly close the door. Gary backed away, not wanting to interrupt the closeness. He walked over to the garden fence and spread his arms on the top board. He needed to think, think hard and long about his life and the lack of his good sense.
sssarawolf
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I love it Pac, thank you.
RememberGoliad
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If I recall correctly you're out in what was the path of that gaggle of nasties yesterday. Check in when you can. Been thinkin' about ya!
PacNorWest
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Folks,
It's quite a week. We still don't have power from Wed. 90 + mph. We have a good generator, but Mr. KC is going to take it, and our old camp trailer up North to help friends who have lost everything; house, barns, sheds, cattle, vehicles, fences, pastures. The only thing they have left is an old International Harvester deep freeze full of their last butchering that we are going to try and save.
If the fire had come 30 miles further south, it would have come onto our land. It burned over 400 thousand acres. An on earth view of what lies on the other side of the gates of hell.
We are so thankful and blessed to have been spared.
The electric company is saying Tues or Wed of next week, we should have power, so we are hopeful it happens.
Everyone be safe and stay alert. Merry Christmas from an especially thankful and grateful Pac and Mr. KC.
It's quite a week. We still don't have power from Wed. 90 + mph. We have a good generator, but Mr. KC is going to take it, and our old camp trailer up North to help friends who have lost everything; house, barns, sheds, cattle, vehicles, fences, pastures. The only thing they have left is an old International Harvester deep freeze full of their last butchering that we are going to try and save.
If the fire had come 30 miles further south, it would have come onto our land. It burned over 400 thousand acres. An on earth view of what lies on the other side of the gates of hell.
We are so thankful and blessed to have been spared.
The electric company is saying Tues or Wed of next week, we should have power, so we are hopeful it happens.
Everyone be safe and stay alert. Merry Christmas from an especially thankful and grateful Pac and Mr. KC.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Bleeing Pac.
223shootersc
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Merry Christmas Pac and may GOD bless you and yours greatly!
PacNorWest
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Folks,
We are so sick and tired of being sick around here. Mr KC came back with covid from his trip up North. Of course we share everything.
We barely got over the covid, when we came down with the seasonal flu, we shared.
Once over the regular flu, we got severe colds, that we are about half way through.
We both feel so thank full and blessed to not have outside chores; as we are really wiped out energy wise.
Folks, I am trying for Monday for more story. God Bless and Happy New Year. Pac & Mr. KC.
We are so sick and tired of being sick around here. Mr KC came back with covid from his trip up North. Of course we share everything.
We barely got over the covid, when we came down with the seasonal flu, we shared.
Once over the regular flu, we got severe colds, that we are about half way through.
We both feel so thank full and blessed to not have outside chores; as we are really wiped out energy wise.
Folks, I am trying for Monday for more story. God Bless and Happy New Year. Pac & Mr. KC.