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stjwelding
Veteran Member
Thanks for the chapter Pac, mark has a hard choice in front of him, what to do and where to go to keep his family safe. Praying for you and Mr. Pac
Wayne
Wayne
Now that the homestead is gone and Clora and the kids are safe with the Prince, if I was Mark I would be doing what I was trained for and go hunting for his Uncle and stop this nightmare. But then the story would be over and we don't want that!!
As always, thank you Mrs Pac.
ps. Sorry wab54, I didn't read through the new posts and you had already posted that.
As always, thank you Mrs Pac.
ps. Sorry wab54, I didn't read through the new posts and you had already posted that.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
I just lost another chapter as I was editing and proofreading and using spell check. Has anyone else had this problem? This is the second time in three days this has happened, and it's coming in on the heels of a big slew of up dates that went through my laptop. Is there a time limit function? Sometimes I am slow to get the chapter written. If anyone has any ideas, please send them my way. This is extremely frustrating. Pac.
Agreed, Mrs. Pac. When on the computer, I frequently save on WordPerfect. Saves lots of anguish...
God Bless You and Mr. Pac,
Maranatha
OldArcher
Dosadi
Brown Coat
Mrs. PAC
I'm thinking you write in the forum posting editor?
If so why not consider downloading "Libreoffice" It is a suit of things that is essentially a free clone of Office.
It includes presentation , spreed sheets, database etc.
AND a word processer which is what I'm talking about.
Opening it up and composing in the "writer" will allow you to save copies at intervals, and It can be set to make an automatic backup copy every few minutes which will prevent loosing most of anything if something does go wrong.
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Alternatively, sometimes when you loose something, you can hit backspace and it will go back to the last page which may still have a preview of your work at the top which you can highlight and copy. (Just hit the preview in the editor and it will show the thing. By hitting preview a couple times you sort of make a temporary copy of it above the editor that you might be able to copy / paste back into the editor.
I have seen computers do all sorts of things that cause one to loose something one is composing in the editor. No real consistent reason. But perhaps either one of my ideas will prove helpful.
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I tend to compose important stuff in the word processer then copy paste it. Libre Office is nicer than MS Office as it doesn't put in those funny symbols like MS word does when you copy / paste into the forum editor. Things like " or ' tend to look like P%#:: or something when copy pasted from MS word.
Looks something like
DON%$'**T for the word Don't.
Sorry you lost you thinking, but I'm sure it will work out.
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Hope things are working out at home for you.
I'll keep you in my prayers
Dosadi
I'm thinking you write in the forum posting editor?
If so why not consider downloading "Libreoffice" It is a suit of things that is essentially a free clone of Office.
It includes presentation , spreed sheets, database etc.
AND a word processer which is what I'm talking about.
Opening it up and composing in the "writer" will allow you to save copies at intervals, and It can be set to make an automatic backup copy every few minutes which will prevent loosing most of anything if something does go wrong.
***
Alternatively, sometimes when you loose something, you can hit backspace and it will go back to the last page which may still have a preview of your work at the top which you can highlight and copy. (Just hit the preview in the editor and it will show the thing. By hitting preview a couple times you sort of make a temporary copy of it above the editor that you might be able to copy / paste back into the editor.
I have seen computers do all sorts of things that cause one to loose something one is composing in the editor. No real consistent reason. But perhaps either one of my ideas will prove helpful.
***
I tend to compose important stuff in the word processer then copy paste it. Libre Office is nicer than MS Office as it doesn't put in those funny symbols like MS word does when you copy / paste into the forum editor. Things like " or ' tend to look like P%#:: or something when copy pasted from MS word.
Looks something like
DON%$'**T for the word Don't.
Sorry you lost you thinking, but I'm sure it will work out.
***
Hope things are working out at home for you.
I'll keep you in my prayers
Dosadi
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Pac:
Many of the word processing software will automatically backup. The time between backups can be set within the software. You can ask the program how to adjust the time frame for automatically backup and it will led you to that part of the program. If you would tell us which program you are using and the date of the program we will research and tell you how to adjust the backup time.
When you open up your word processing software, save the file such as Chapter215 and then the word processing will start automatically back up the file as you type.
If you lose a chapter that you are working on, go to your document file and open the file you were working on and the file will open and your work will be there through the last automatic save.
You can also use a lost file recover software such as Pandora Recovery which is free.
Hopes this helps.
Texican....
Many of the word processing software will automatically backup. The time between backups can be set within the software. You can ask the program how to adjust the time frame for automatically backup and it will led you to that part of the program. If you would tell us which program you are using and the date of the program we will research and tell you how to adjust the backup time.
When you open up your word processing software, save the file such as Chapter215 and then the word processing will start automatically back up the file as you type.
If you lose a chapter that you are working on, go to your document file and open the file you were working on and the file will open and your work will be there through the last automatic save.
You can also use a lost file recover software such as Pandora Recovery which is free.
Hopes this helps.
Texican....
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#711
When the farm cleared of all the investigative personnels, Mark filled his coffee cup and headed for the far pasture. He just wanted to be alone. For some reason he was deeply unsettled and angry. The feeling of helplessness didn't suit his thinking, as items in Mark's world were black and white and neatly lined up in a row.
The very part of him that made him such an effective sniper and commandant, was working against him in the aftermath of the latest shooting. Mark made it all the way to the far fence before his phone rang.
"Mark? What's wrong? I'm getting such a unsettled feeling about you and it's never happened before." Clora might be thousands of miles away, but she was on duty.
"Hello Sweetheart, you're right. We had another attack last night. We lost Blackie, Lucky, the milk cows and Bill. They burned the barn, the shop and the machine shed. The house has every door and window shot out and the rest of it looks like Swiss cheese. For the first time, I feel defeated. To live here we would have to rebuild, and frankly I'm wondering if it's worth it."
"I think you should go up to the valley and build a stone house. One that can't be burned, or shot apart. The only question would be money, that would be expensive way to build, but it could stand the test of time." Clora was right there with a practical suggestion, one she knew would put a spark in Mark's imagination.
"We could," Mark reluctantly agreed, "but will it be a good thing to live so far away from a Doctor with three new babies?"
"The kind of house I'm thinking about, would have the babies turning three before it was finished," Clora said dryly, "that is if you start tomorrow."
"Hey woman, that's pretty big talk from such a pretty lady," Mark teased; "but that still doesn't settle the problem of where will we live tomorrow."
"Oh," Clora was miles ahead of him, "go get some trailers, you said the sounding company dug wells for water, and theirs already power there. Just make it up wind of the Edward's clan and we will do just fine." In her mind it was settled.
"Do you really mean this Clora," Mark was deadly serious and holding his breath. The idea of going back to the valley was such an enormous appeal, that he hardly dared to hope.
"I most certainly do, you can get the trailers in, and get the stock moved in the space of a month. By then the boys will be here, and we can go home to the new place." She replied.
"I take it then, that means I don't come to Arabia for the births?" Mark wanted to be totally clear on the subject.
"I'd rather have a secure home to come back to; but selfishly I want you here also. I miss you Mark, this place is like a velvet prison."
"At least you are safe, and it wouldn't have been good for you to be here. Stephan got a nick on his arm and Karl got shot in the foot; but Warren and myself are OK. Clora, I can make this happen, if you are very sure this is OK with you." Mark stressed quietly.
"Then get it done," Clora encouraged, "the natives are restless tonight, kicking and bumping, so time is in short supply."
"Your wish is my command, Princess," Mark was instantly energized and a thousand thoughts a minute were already crowding his mind.
All he got was a 'humph', from Clora. "Watch that language," she scolded with a laugh, "go build me a castle of rock."
All the while Mark was talking on the phone, Bob was ambling over from the far fence line. He got there just in time to hear a blow by blow description of what Mark intended to do for his princess. Bob figured what ever the man was talking about must be alright, as he was rubbing Bob's neck and it felt good.
Mark had one phone call to make first. "Get ready Bert, I'm leaving here in the morning and moving up to my valley. I've had all the attacks here, that I'm going to put up with."
When the farm cleared of all the investigative personnels, Mark filled his coffee cup and headed for the far pasture. He just wanted to be alone. For some reason he was deeply unsettled and angry. The feeling of helplessness didn't suit his thinking, as items in Mark's world were black and white and neatly lined up in a row.
The very part of him that made him such an effective sniper and commandant, was working against him in the aftermath of the latest shooting. Mark made it all the way to the far fence before his phone rang.
"Mark? What's wrong? I'm getting such a unsettled feeling about you and it's never happened before." Clora might be thousands of miles away, but she was on duty.
"Hello Sweetheart, you're right. We had another attack last night. We lost Blackie, Lucky, the milk cows and Bill. They burned the barn, the shop and the machine shed. The house has every door and window shot out and the rest of it looks like Swiss cheese. For the first time, I feel defeated. To live here we would have to rebuild, and frankly I'm wondering if it's worth it."
"I think you should go up to the valley and build a stone house. One that can't be burned, or shot apart. The only question would be money, that would be expensive way to build, but it could stand the test of time." Clora was right there with a practical suggestion, one she knew would put a spark in Mark's imagination.
"We could," Mark reluctantly agreed, "but will it be a good thing to live so far away from a Doctor with three new babies?"
"The kind of house I'm thinking about, would have the babies turning three before it was finished," Clora said dryly, "that is if you start tomorrow."
"Hey woman, that's pretty big talk from such a pretty lady," Mark teased; "but that still doesn't settle the problem of where will we live tomorrow."
"Oh," Clora was miles ahead of him, "go get some trailers, you said the sounding company dug wells for water, and theirs already power there. Just make it up wind of the Edward's clan and we will do just fine." In her mind it was settled.
"Do you really mean this Clora," Mark was deadly serious and holding his breath. The idea of going back to the valley was such an enormous appeal, that he hardly dared to hope.
"I most certainly do, you can get the trailers in, and get the stock moved in the space of a month. By then the boys will be here, and we can go home to the new place." She replied.
"I take it then, that means I don't come to Arabia for the births?" Mark wanted to be totally clear on the subject.
"I'd rather have a secure home to come back to; but selfishly I want you here also. I miss you Mark, this place is like a velvet prison."
"At least you are safe, and it wouldn't have been good for you to be here. Stephan got a nick on his arm and Karl got shot in the foot; but Warren and myself are OK. Clora, I can make this happen, if you are very sure this is OK with you." Mark stressed quietly.
"Then get it done," Clora encouraged, "the natives are restless tonight, kicking and bumping, so time is in short supply."
"Your wish is my command, Princess," Mark was instantly energized and a thousand thoughts a minute were already crowding his mind.
All he got was a 'humph', from Clora. "Watch that language," she scolded with a laugh, "go build me a castle of rock."
All the while Mark was talking on the phone, Bob was ambling over from the far fence line. He got there just in time to hear a blow by blow description of what Mark intended to do for his princess. Bob figured what ever the man was talking about must be alright, as he was rubbing Bob's neck and it felt good.
Mark had one phone call to make first. "Get ready Bert, I'm leaving here in the morning and moving up to my valley. I've had all the attacks here, that I'm going to put up with."
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you so much. Always enjoyable even when its heart rending.
Dearest Pac, I'm constantly amazed and full of awe that you continue to write such a fascinating story, even while you go through such trying times yourself.
You make me smile, laugh, cry, yell and scream for this family and for you. But most of all, you steadfastly point out what is REALLY important in "real" life both by your story and your own example.
May Jehovah God continue to strengthen you as you deal with what this old system deals you. I so hope to meet you for real either in this system or the new system.
May you know we love you and always hope the best of Jehovah God's will for you and yours.
You make me smile, laugh, cry, yell and scream for this family and for you. But most of all, you steadfastly point out what is REALLY important in "real" life both by your story and your own example.
May Jehovah God continue to strengthen you as you deal with what this old system deals you. I so hope to meet you for real either in this system or the new system.
May you know we love you and always hope the best of Jehovah God's will for you and yours.
momengineer
Senior Member
It needs a drawbridge and a moat. I am sure Clora could summon a few stray alligators or two 
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Thanks for the chapter Pac, a stone house with very thick walls, bullet proof windows and doors, long range security grid to give plenty of warning of a pending attack, heavy gauge steel roof, hidden secure bunkers placed around the property in case some one is out of the house when they are attacked. Wow could I have fun building this!
Praying for you and Mr Pac.
Wayne
Praying for you and Mr Pac.
Wayne
Sammy55
Veteran Member
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#712
"You had another attack?" Bert was stalling, wondering what he might possibly say to keep Mark from breaking his house arrest conditions.
"Yes we did," Mark wasn't stupid, he could practically read Bert's mind over the phone. "They wounded two of us, burned the barn and outbuildings, killed half the stock and make no joke of this, I'm leaving here. With or with out your permission. If you want to know where we are going, come out hand help us move." and Mark ended the conversation.
"Let the old boy stew in his own juices," Mark said aloud to Bob, and the horse nodded like he understood every word. "Well big guy, what would you think about moving to a valley with lush green grass and large fields to roam in?" Again Mark was talking and the horse was nodding.
"It's a place that's good for man and beast alike. Should be real good for raising kids, gardens and peace of mind." Mark had a swell of hope, an uplifting of excitement he had been missing for a long time. "Thank you, Clora's God for giving me this blessing, and please watch over Clora, the babies and our children while they are away from us."
Back in the house, Helga was looking at the condition of Karl's foot, and participating in a long running argument with Warren.
"Nons, you noes goes out there. Meester Marks, he need to be alone vith the horses for a whiles. Mizz Clora has heem does that vhen he is upsets. He talks to the horses and they makes heem feels better. He hass that P something that warriors gets vhen they hass seen and does terrible tings."
You mean PTSD?" Warren supplied the answer.
"Ja, that von," Helga was nodding. "Meester Marks, heem like you, but you can't gets in the vay of the things he hass to does to stay strongs for the clan."
"I'm just so darn proud of the man he has become," Warren tried to explain, "I want to be as close and to help as much as I can. It's frustrating that he really doesn't need me, but I appreciate him making room for me in his life and the life of his family."
"Ja," Helga slowly peeled the blood soaked bandage from the top of Karl's foot. "You need to sees a Doctor," she told Karl and he shook his head no, because his teeth were clenched against the pain.
"Ja, you vill, Meester Warrens, he vill drives you to the Doctor's No?" she demanded of Warren, not giving him a chance to say yea, or nay. "I vill look at Stephens next, I tink you both go. No goods to us if ve needs you to fights."
Stephan was uncomfortable, but not in the kind of pain Karl was experiencing. Helga was keeping an eye on Mark, and she let out her breath when she saw him talking on his phone. She would bet that was Clora, the mystical connection Clora possessed with those she loved hadn't failed.
When Mark got to the house, Helga had Karl and Stephan in their coats, ready to go. "Thanks Dad. I appreciate you taking them in. I would, but can't with this house arrest."
"No problem, I can file my report on last nights happenings while I'm waiting. How about we grab a quick bite in town so you don't have to wait lunch on us?" Warren offered and the two injured men agreed.
Left alone in the remains of the battered house, Mark and Helga sat at the table and he told her what Clora had suggested. Helga got up to pour more hot coffee while she mulled the proposition over in her mind.
"Iss a muches good place," she finally said; "buildings a beeg houses is muches hard vorks. The enemy, he vill not likes suches a strong place for you to bees."
"If I'm going to spend the time rebuilding, I would rather build in the valley," Mark said quietly. "I have such a deep connection to the land and the terrain, that's where I want to be until I die."
Mark wasn't looking at Helga, but she had a swift shudder come over her body. "It might be," she recalled thinking, immediately after his words. She would have to be very vigilant and watch over him closely for Mizz Clora, it wouldn't be on her watch.
"OK's, vhat ve does next?" she asked, "How vill you be ables to leaves here?"
"I've already told my boss I'm going, so that's taken care of. I need to wait until the barn cools down to get to what we buried, so I can't take the tractor as of yet;" Mark went into his 'think out loud' planning mode and slowly worked up a timetable of how to accomplish the move in the most efficient way.
Helga went down stairs to count how many jars of canning had been spared by the assault, and the amount broken was disheartening. The wanton destruction was a deliberate attempt to starve them out for the coming winter. It was the old rape, pillage and burn mentality used by men of brute force. The people might be resilient at first, but hunger weakens resolve and with nothing to feed the fire in the belly, the flames can go out quickly.
Helga counted the intact jars as best she could, there was no wading through the broken jars with out a shovel to clear a path. They had about a third of what they had left. What Helga couldn't figure out, who was going to help them move? Only she and Warren were reasonably healthy, and she was old and he was still recovering from his wound. It was a sad situation.
"You had another attack?" Bert was stalling, wondering what he might possibly say to keep Mark from breaking his house arrest conditions.
"Yes we did," Mark wasn't stupid, he could practically read Bert's mind over the phone. "They wounded two of us, burned the barn and outbuildings, killed half the stock and make no joke of this, I'm leaving here. With or with out your permission. If you want to know where we are going, come out hand help us move." and Mark ended the conversation.
"Let the old boy stew in his own juices," Mark said aloud to Bob, and the horse nodded like he understood every word. "Well big guy, what would you think about moving to a valley with lush green grass and large fields to roam in?" Again Mark was talking and the horse was nodding.
"It's a place that's good for man and beast alike. Should be real good for raising kids, gardens and peace of mind." Mark had a swell of hope, an uplifting of excitement he had been missing for a long time. "Thank you, Clora's God for giving me this blessing, and please watch over Clora, the babies and our children while they are away from us."
Back in the house, Helga was looking at the condition of Karl's foot, and participating in a long running argument with Warren.
"Nons, you noes goes out there. Meester Marks, he need to be alone vith the horses for a whiles. Mizz Clora has heem does that vhen he is upsets. He talks to the horses and they makes heem feels better. He hass that P something that warriors gets vhen they hass seen and does terrible tings."
You mean PTSD?" Warren supplied the answer.
"Ja, that von," Helga was nodding. "Meester Marks, heem like you, but you can't gets in the vay of the things he hass to does to stay strongs for the clan."
"I'm just so darn proud of the man he has become," Warren tried to explain, "I want to be as close and to help as much as I can. It's frustrating that he really doesn't need me, but I appreciate him making room for me in his life and the life of his family."
"Ja," Helga slowly peeled the blood soaked bandage from the top of Karl's foot. "You need to sees a Doctor," she told Karl and he shook his head no, because his teeth were clenched against the pain.
"Ja, you vill, Meester Warrens, he vill drives you to the Doctor's No?" she demanded of Warren, not giving him a chance to say yea, or nay. "I vill look at Stephens next, I tink you both go. No goods to us if ve needs you to fights."
Stephan was uncomfortable, but not in the kind of pain Karl was experiencing. Helga was keeping an eye on Mark, and she let out her breath when she saw him talking on his phone. She would bet that was Clora, the mystical connection Clora possessed with those she loved hadn't failed.
When Mark got to the house, Helga had Karl and Stephan in their coats, ready to go. "Thanks Dad. I appreciate you taking them in. I would, but can't with this house arrest."
"No problem, I can file my report on last nights happenings while I'm waiting. How about we grab a quick bite in town so you don't have to wait lunch on us?" Warren offered and the two injured men agreed.
Left alone in the remains of the battered house, Mark and Helga sat at the table and he told her what Clora had suggested. Helga got up to pour more hot coffee while she mulled the proposition over in her mind.
"Iss a muches good place," she finally said; "buildings a beeg houses is muches hard vorks. The enemy, he vill not likes suches a strong place for you to bees."
"If I'm going to spend the time rebuilding, I would rather build in the valley," Mark said quietly. "I have such a deep connection to the land and the terrain, that's where I want to be until I die."
Mark wasn't looking at Helga, but she had a swift shudder come over her body. "It might be," she recalled thinking, immediately after his words. She would have to be very vigilant and watch over him closely for Mizz Clora, it wouldn't be on her watch.
"OK's, vhat ve does next?" she asked, "How vill you be ables to leaves here?"
"I've already told my boss I'm going, so that's taken care of. I need to wait until the barn cools down to get to what we buried, so I can't take the tractor as of yet;" Mark went into his 'think out loud' planning mode and slowly worked up a timetable of how to accomplish the move in the most efficient way.
Helga went down stairs to count how many jars of canning had been spared by the assault, and the amount broken was disheartening. The wanton destruction was a deliberate attempt to starve them out for the coming winter. It was the old rape, pillage and burn mentality used by men of brute force. The people might be resilient at first, but hunger weakens resolve and with nothing to feed the fire in the belly, the flames can go out quickly.
Helga counted the intact jars as best she could, there was no wading through the broken jars with out a shovel to clear a path. They had about a third of what they had left. What Helga couldn't figure out, who was going to help them move? Only she and Warren were reasonably healthy, and she was old and he was still recovering from his wound. It was a sad situation.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
This was nice to come home to, thank you. Moving is never fun or easy.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Thank you for the new chapter Pac, it looks like Mark has a plan, hopefully the help he needs will be provided to him as needed.
Wayne
Wayne
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Pac:
You are touched by God to provide kindness and care not only for your family but for those that you will never meet....
Your kindness and caring is shown in the replies that you make to we the invisible, but we do not feel invisible with you in our lives....
For this we are thankful to you and God....
God will continue to give you his strength....
Our prayers for you and Mr. Pac....
Texican....
You are touched by God to provide kindness and care not only for your family but for those that you will never meet....
Your kindness and caring is shown in the replies that you make to we the invisible, but we do not feel invisible with you in our lives....
For this we are thankful to you and God....
God will continue to give you his strength....
Our prayers for you and Mr. Pac....
Texican....
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#713
The more complicated the problem to solve, the more Mark enjoyed applying his mind and challenging himself to come out on top with a solution. An hour on the computer and he had three trailers bought, the only local company to the valley lined up to do the septic, a sub firm of the trailer sales to set the foundations, and a company lined up to move them the next day.
Taking a break, he went into the kitchen to get a refill of coffee and noticed the Adamson brothers coming across the pasture. They had clean overalls on, and were clean shaven, so Mark supposed this was a serious visit.
It was serious. They wanted to buy him out.
All during the negotiations it was never said, but Mark got the distinct impression that they wanted the clan and their troubles gone from the area. Their Uncle was willing to loan them the money, providing Mark was reasonable in his price. He set the price a touch high, and the men hemmed and hawed but finally agreed.
They all shook hands, had another round of cookies and coffee and said their goodbyes.
"Did you get the feeling that they are happy to see us go?" Mark asked Helga as he was writing the figures down that they had agreed upon.
"Ja, they iss happy ve are goings," Helga was washing the cups. "Yust vhen are ve goings?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," Mark was nonchalantly acting like it was no big deal to uproot a farm and head out into the wild blue yonder.
Helga blinked her eyes several times, but said nothing. Turning around, she gave him a considering look and then nodded.
"OK's, ve goes tomorrows." she replied.
"I'm going in for a nap so I can stand watch tonight," Mark yawned and started down the hall.
Helga sat at the table and kept watch. She was glad they were going, the farm didn't feel safe anymore..
The more complicated the problem to solve, the more Mark enjoyed applying his mind and challenging himself to come out on top with a solution. An hour on the computer and he had three trailers bought, the only local company to the valley lined up to do the septic, a sub firm of the trailer sales to set the foundations, and a company lined up to move them the next day.
Taking a break, he went into the kitchen to get a refill of coffee and noticed the Adamson brothers coming across the pasture. They had clean overalls on, and were clean shaven, so Mark supposed this was a serious visit.
It was serious. They wanted to buy him out.
All during the negotiations it was never said, but Mark got the distinct impression that they wanted the clan and their troubles gone from the area. Their Uncle was willing to loan them the money, providing Mark was reasonable in his price. He set the price a touch high, and the men hemmed and hawed but finally agreed.
They all shook hands, had another round of cookies and coffee and said their goodbyes.
"Did you get the feeling that they are happy to see us go?" Mark asked Helga as he was writing the figures down that they had agreed upon.
"Ja, they iss happy ve are goings," Helga was washing the cups. "Yust vhen are ve goings?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," Mark was nonchalantly acting like it was no big deal to uproot a farm and head out into the wild blue yonder.
Helga blinked her eyes several times, but said nothing. Turning around, she gave him a considering look and then nodded.
"OK's, ve goes tomorrows." she replied.
"I'm going in for a nap so I can stand watch tonight," Mark yawned and started down the hall.
Helga sat at the table and kept watch. She was glad they were going, the farm didn't feel safe anymore..
stjwelding
Veteran Member
Thanks for the chapter Pac, a temporary place to live, farm sold and moving tomorrow WOW! Mark is not wasting any time.
Wayne
Wayne
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Yean not safe, no place has been for them. Umm that cave will now come in handy after it is cleaned out. Great root cellar 
and storage.
and storage.PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#714
Mark was so tired he slept through Warren, Karl and Stephan arriving back at the farm. He slept through supper and all the way through to midnight. He was an unhappy camper to say the least, when he woke out of necessity. Shivering in the cool night air that was blowing through the house, he hustled out to the kitchen to find Warren on guard.
"Dad, how did the trip to the hospital turn out?" Mark poured himself coffee and raised the pot toward Warren. Warren shook his head no.
"Stephen has a graze that was cleaned and bandaged, Karl has several broken or shattered bones in the top of his foot and he's gonna feel it for a while." Warren replied.
"Thanks for taking them in. Did Helga tell you what is going to happen?"
"In a round about way. Something about going back to the valley?" Warren had seen the place only briefly, so he was curious as to Mark's attraction.
"It's a slice of my heaven on earth," Mark said softly. "It feeds me something in my soul, a connection to the time man has been here on earth, and a place for my children to continue after I'm gone. Clora told me to build her a stone house there, and in this instance, I will do as my princess commands."
"Does she want to help design it?" Warren was curious how the situation might work out.
"No, I know what she wants," Mark was certain of that fact, as Clora had described in great detail what the house should look like. "She trusts me to get it started. We are going to live in trailers while we are building, and if you are interested in joining us, I'll tell you where the best dealer is."
"I just might have to think about that," Warren was grinning inside and out. He had been very afraid that there would be no invitation to go with the family, and when it was extended, he felt great relief. "So you're really going tomorrow? or should I say today?"
"Yes, the movers will be here at 9am. and we will have to dry camp in the trailers for a couple of nights until they are hooked up. We can do that, as long as Helga can make us coffee;" Mark was smiling like a little kid with a brand new sling shot.
At 9am. the movers and a strong crew showed up, and by 1:30 in the afternoon they were on the road headed for the valley. Mark had Bob in the stock trailer with the bull in the back divider. Warren drove his Rover and pulled the tractor on it's trailer. Stephen drove Karl's pickup with the three hefty friends sandwiched like sardines in the small cab. Helga had the coffee pot and Clora's special Griswold fry pan tucked carefully in the boxes she refused to let the moving crew handle.
Emory and Elmer were surprised to see the parade, but moved the gate open far enough so the moving van could swing into the valley.
The Edwards dogs were barking non stop, the bull was bellering for his cows, Bob was anxiously stomping in the trailer and Mark got out a took a deep breath and smiled. He was home.
Mark was so tired he slept through Warren, Karl and Stephan arriving back at the farm. He slept through supper and all the way through to midnight. He was an unhappy camper to say the least, when he woke out of necessity. Shivering in the cool night air that was blowing through the house, he hustled out to the kitchen to find Warren on guard.
"Dad, how did the trip to the hospital turn out?" Mark poured himself coffee and raised the pot toward Warren. Warren shook his head no.
"Stephen has a graze that was cleaned and bandaged, Karl has several broken or shattered bones in the top of his foot and he's gonna feel it for a while." Warren replied.
"Thanks for taking them in. Did Helga tell you what is going to happen?"
"In a round about way. Something about going back to the valley?" Warren had seen the place only briefly, so he was curious as to Mark's attraction.
"It's a slice of my heaven on earth," Mark said softly. "It feeds me something in my soul, a connection to the time man has been here on earth, and a place for my children to continue after I'm gone. Clora told me to build her a stone house there, and in this instance, I will do as my princess commands."
"Does she want to help design it?" Warren was curious how the situation might work out.
"No, I know what she wants," Mark was certain of that fact, as Clora had described in great detail what the house should look like. "She trusts me to get it started. We are going to live in trailers while we are building, and if you are interested in joining us, I'll tell you where the best dealer is."
"I just might have to think about that," Warren was grinning inside and out. He had been very afraid that there would be no invitation to go with the family, and when it was extended, he felt great relief. "So you're really going tomorrow? or should I say today?"
"Yes, the movers will be here at 9am. and we will have to dry camp in the trailers for a couple of nights until they are hooked up. We can do that, as long as Helga can make us coffee;" Mark was smiling like a little kid with a brand new sling shot.
At 9am. the movers and a strong crew showed up, and by 1:30 in the afternoon they were on the road headed for the valley. Mark had Bob in the stock trailer with the bull in the back divider. Warren drove his Rover and pulled the tractor on it's trailer. Stephen drove Karl's pickup with the three hefty friends sandwiched like sardines in the small cab. Helga had the coffee pot and Clora's special Griswold fry pan tucked carefully in the boxes she refused to let the moving crew handle.
Emory and Elmer were surprised to see the parade, but moved the gate open far enough so the moving van could swing into the valley.
The Edwards dogs were barking non stop, the bull was bellering for his cows, Bob was anxiously stomping in the trailer and Mark got out a took a deep breath and smiled. He was home.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Hope it helps them stay safe.
stjwelding
Veteran Member
They have gone full circle from the valley to the outside world and now back to the valley where it all started so many years ago. Thanks for this wonderful story Pac you a truly a gifted story teller, to keep so many people asking for more from the beginning and you providing it for us.
I pray that God continues to bless you and Mr. Pac
Wayne
I pray that God continues to bless you and Mr. Pac
Wayne
Sammy55
Veteran Member
I don't know why, but I had goose bumps when I read your most recent chapter, Pac. I didn't want to say "last" chapter because I fear that this part of the saga is coming to an end. I suspect that "Tessee" will end soon as the babies are coming....
Like Wayne said, the family has come full circle.......and what adventures and life-punches they've had in those intervening years!!
WOW!! What a very long-running, earth-shattering, always-interesting, absolutely fantastic tale you have been weaving to keep us on the edge of our seats and constantly thirsting for MOAR!! PLEASE keep it going!
Still praying for you and your mister, dear Pac..........
Like Wayne said, the family has come full circle.......and what adventures and life-punches they've had in those intervening years!!
WOW!! What a very long-running, earth-shattering, always-interesting, absolutely fantastic tale you have been weaving to keep us on the edge of our seats and constantly thirsting for MOAR!! PLEASE keep it going!
Still praying for you and your mister, dear Pac..........