This aint my hard time. It iz the one of my 85 year old Mother 'n my brother Philip. Cept fer the horror Mom iz okay. Philip haz broken ribs 'n arm/shoulder pains.
On Feb. 26, round 5:30 p.m. brother Jim called ta tell that our Mother had been robbed by a evil doer with a knife. When someone tells ya that yer Mother haz been robbed like that, thinkin' clear aint eazy....trust me. He wuz jest drivin' inta the town where she lives so he didnt know the whole tale.....sez when he checked things out there he will let me know if I needed ta drive over.....very calm, like he had been ta the Bodine College of Medicine. I hung up, give some thought ta what I jest heard 'n tole Miz Bear ta gather up some stuff. We hit the road.
Jim tole me brother Philip wuz there too 'n somethin' bout shootin' at the evil doer. Yer mind goes inta overdrive when ya hear a thing like that. I had no idea what wuz comin'. It iz only 18 miles, but it seemed ta take forever ta drive it. Bout 4-5 miles outside town we seen the ambulance comin' with a deputy followin' close behind, headed ta the hospital. Miz Bear 'n me wondered if it wuz Mother 'er my brother....mebbe the evil doer?
Az I drove inta the driveway, like a thousand times before, there wuz a heap a cars, includin' one frum the high sheriff department. This deputy had been off duty, bout ta head out with hiz family fer cafe vittles when he heard the radio talk. He called in 'n sez it wuz "family".....so he wuz on the way. [He aint really "blood kin", but he iz like family.]
Even with all the truble in the air, I felt calm drivin' back inta the center of our world. Buddy 'n Ellen come up with a kind word, a hug 'n a warnin' that Philip wuz in worse shape than Mother. I seen Philip in the carport talkin' ta somebody. Frum a distance he seemed okay. Az I walked closer, I noticed one arm wuz hangin' kinda limp 'n he seemed ta be hurtin' purty bad whenever he moved. Hiz t-shirt wuz tore 'n he wuz in a state of mind I caint explain cuz I never been where he had jest been. The deputy sez it wuz the adrenalin that done it too him.
I seen Jim in the background 'n we made some quick eyeball talk. He wuz already on the job.....settlin' folks down, checkin' fer injuries, sweepin' up glass where the evil doer busted out a window 'n sawin' some wood ta patch it. I seen Mother in the den with other family 'n friends. She seemed okay on the outside. I seen the deputy, neighbors, well wishers 'n some family. I sized it up 'n wuz glad Mom wuz okay. I heard bits 'n pieces of the tale frum a dozen people.......made me more confused. I wuz listenin' ta Philip cuz he wuz tellin' the tale bout he got hurt.
Then the deputy took Mother inta the dining room, closed the door 'n pulled out a tape recorder ta git her tale. By that time I heard they had caught the evil doer. Made me feel good. This wuz jest a hour after the crime which iz dang good work anywhere. Mother tole how she come home frum playin' cards round 5 p.m. She drove inta the driveway 'n seen this beat up ole car next ta the carport with the trunk open. She seen a weed eater 'n other stuff stickin' outta the trunk, but wuz slow ta figger out what wuz happenin'.
Bout that time brother Philip had come ta the end of hiz levee walk 'n come up ta speak ta Mother. He seen the ole car 'n figgered she musta hired a fella ta work in the yard. She figgered the car belonged ta someone Philip sent over. They sez howdy ta each other, then hell come ta breakfast.
back in a little while......
On Feb. 26, round 5:30 p.m. brother Jim called ta tell that our Mother had been robbed by a evil doer with a knife. When someone tells ya that yer Mother haz been robbed like that, thinkin' clear aint eazy....trust me. He wuz jest drivin' inta the town where she lives so he didnt know the whole tale.....sez when he checked things out there he will let me know if I needed ta drive over.....very calm, like he had been ta the Bodine College of Medicine. I hung up, give some thought ta what I jest heard 'n tole Miz Bear ta gather up some stuff. We hit the road.
Jim tole me brother Philip wuz there too 'n somethin' bout shootin' at the evil doer. Yer mind goes inta overdrive when ya hear a thing like that. I had no idea what wuz comin'. It iz only 18 miles, but it seemed ta take forever ta drive it. Bout 4-5 miles outside town we seen the ambulance comin' with a deputy followin' close behind, headed ta the hospital. Miz Bear 'n me wondered if it wuz Mother 'er my brother....mebbe the evil doer?
Az I drove inta the driveway, like a thousand times before, there wuz a heap a cars, includin' one frum the high sheriff department. This deputy had been off duty, bout ta head out with hiz family fer cafe vittles when he heard the radio talk. He called in 'n sez it wuz "family".....so he wuz on the way. [He aint really "blood kin", but he iz like family.]
Even with all the truble in the air, I felt calm drivin' back inta the center of our world. Buddy 'n Ellen come up with a kind word, a hug 'n a warnin' that Philip wuz in worse shape than Mother. I seen Philip in the carport talkin' ta somebody. Frum a distance he seemed okay. Az I walked closer, I noticed one arm wuz hangin' kinda limp 'n he seemed ta be hurtin' purty bad whenever he moved. Hiz t-shirt wuz tore 'n he wuz in a state of mind I caint explain cuz I never been where he had jest been. The deputy sez it wuz the adrenalin that done it too him.
I seen Jim in the background 'n we made some quick eyeball talk. He wuz already on the job.....settlin' folks down, checkin' fer injuries, sweepin' up glass where the evil doer busted out a window 'n sawin' some wood ta patch it. I seen Mother in the den with other family 'n friends. She seemed okay on the outside. I seen the deputy, neighbors, well wishers 'n some family. I sized it up 'n wuz glad Mom wuz okay. I heard bits 'n pieces of the tale frum a dozen people.......made me more confused. I wuz listenin' ta Philip cuz he wuz tellin' the tale bout he got hurt.
Then the deputy took Mother inta the dining room, closed the door 'n pulled out a tape recorder ta git her tale. By that time I heard they had caught the evil doer. Made me feel good. This wuz jest a hour after the crime which iz dang good work anywhere. Mother tole how she come home frum playin' cards round 5 p.m. She drove inta the driveway 'n seen this beat up ole car next ta the carport with the trunk open. She seen a weed eater 'n other stuff stickin' outta the trunk, but wuz slow ta figger out what wuz happenin'.
Bout that time brother Philip had come ta the end of hiz levee walk 'n come up ta speak ta Mother. He seen the ole car 'n figgered she musta hired a fella ta work in the yard. She figgered the car belonged ta someone Philip sent over. They sez howdy ta each other, then hell come ta breakfast.
back in a little while......