Chapter 1 Home againA Story by Bruce58This is a story of action, adventure, mystery with a mystical twist. Redid chapter 1. Tell me what you think? this story is up to chapter 5 now
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A Story by Bruce58 07-01-20010 Eric slowed the car some, taking his foot off the gas down the last hill before the road leveled out. It was long straight and light gray, with the white line centered and rippled from ware of the tires traveling in and out. It was mid afternoon and he could see the trees ahead had grown together from one side to the other. The road was darker under the shade where no sun could get in. A straight tunnel of trees with a light at the other end. The only trimming was from the big trucks bringing supplies to the town below.
Eric stopped just before this the end of this tunnel of trees. His
car was now between sunlight and shade. He did not even bothering to pull over
to the side of the road, as outsiders rarely visit this part of the country. The
people that lived here rarely left to go anywhere. Eric was looking down
a straight road leading into a narrow valley. Hills on both sides
like a giant glazer had carved through the center leaving a valley
about seven miles wide and long enough for a community to settle
here. A green valley with trees on both sides, pastures cut into the sides like
green manicured squares lots with trees and fences surrounding each one. Some
with cows some for crops.
He could just make out the tops and roofs of what was the town in the
center below. Tin roofs panted green some silver with long smoke
stacks sticking high above each roof reaching above the trees. Summer I love it
here. The birds are flying high like dark moving specks against this
light blue sky and big white clouds blocking any or all sunlight. The farms
some dairy and some planting crops climbing up both sides of this
green valley only to the dense dark tree line to steep for planting or
grazing.
Eric thought to himself. This is where I started and had grown up as far back
as I can remember, a small dairy farm just on the other side of town but close
enough to where I'm sitting that I think seeing one corner of my fathers
fence might be possible. However, no, not this time of year.
Mom called last week and said dad was missing and the community had
tried to find him for three months now. No one in town could even
pick up his trail and we all think he went off to pass. He loved his home,
family and this valley so much he always said he was going to become
part of it and did just that. You remember he would say, When It's my time to
leave, I'm just going, but will always be here.
Looking down at the half lit seat of the car and in
the passenger seat is my son Alex, 12 years old, asleep from the long
drive from
My wife Debbie had stayed behind to try and sell
the condo we owned and lived in. A crowd of condos in the
middle of the city surrendered by millions of people living in there
own condos and apartments reaching as high in the sky as they can
possibly get. Will
Debbie like it here? I'm not sure, she had visited with me on
the holidays but now she and I had to quit the jobs of thirteen
years. We will have and live a somewhat quiet life, no going out to
a barrage of restaurants and entertainment. All just
within an arms reach and around any corner you want. Even to go
across town. All you had to do is hale a taxi. However, Mom needs me to
run the farm and that night I told Debbie. I was not sure how she
would reacted, but in a low voice she said yes I'll try it , but if I can't do it or make it work I'm
going! Do you understand? Will you let me go? I understand you have obligations
and so do Mom had
told me that Dad stayed up every night writing his story and the way his life
was. She said he was writing everything he had done in his life, my life, your
life EVERYTHING! Not getting the work he needed to get done here and then he
goes out in the field and recites it like he wants to remember every
word. I need you here to get this farm up and running again and go find him
Please! Please find him, he’s out there. Please find him and bring him home to
me so I can take care of him. He needs me! I need him! Please find him for me. Eric was
sitting in the car, looking out over the town he grew up. He mentioned the town
name to others outside this community and little had even heard of the name
Maymore "Eric"
Mom call out in the fields looking for me, yelling that supper was ready and I
had better get home to eat
“Glen”. Moms calling me, so I
guess I have to leave now, but I will be right back. Glen was standing next to
Eric in Eric’s field up against the fence facing Glen’s house. Eric’s father
had just burnt the weeds off all the fence so the wires would not rust when
winter arrives keeping them wet. Eric was telling Glen. Glen was
saying what a good job he had done, and his father would help after the new
barn was up. Glen’s
family had just bought the Then one
day Eric saw a big blue truck pull in front the old We
walked over to see if there was anything we could do to help, but the man from
the car just said “no.” But, my wife and son could us a drink of water if it's
not too much trouble. We have driven a long way today and I
think the heat today is getting to them. Eric was thinking it was hot today.
However, it’s summer and should be. I wanted to walk to the car and see
if his son could be around my age, but mom told me to stay where I was. “Do you
want me to get two glasses of water mom?” Eric said. “Yes, that would be nice
but you better make it three.” I went to get the water from my house. I was
thinking if I could give it to them, I would meet there son that sat quietly in
the back seat of the car. Eric, not wanting to look like I was in a
hurry walked towards the house. He opened the old screen door. He
could hear the spring stretching as he pulled the handle. Eric’s
father had just put the new handle on. The one that was there was home
made from an old bolt found in the barn. It was rusting, leaving
an orange tint on your hand, and mom kept yelling, “Don't
touch anything until you wash your hands”. As I
walked into the house, I noticed one of the pictures hanging on the wall was
tilted a little. It was hanging on a paneled wall dad and I installed
about five years ago. Light brown, with dark lines running from ceiling to the
hardwood floor. Mom would wax it once a week. telling dad and I, not to where
muddy boots and get her floor dirty. The foyer was small, dark with carpeted
stairs to the right. They went up reaching a carpeted hall and two
bedrooms where we slept at night, or if one was not feeling well. I walked
past the living room on my left with old furniture my mother and
father got from there parents or yard sales around town on every Saturday,
with a patterned rug in the middle. The
hall leading to the kitchen was narrow, also paneled and
a light bulb hanging in the center of the ceiling from two wires. The ceiling
was white cracked plaster. Dad told mom he would someday get a real light up
there someday and fix all troughs cracks. But for now, it is what it
is. Straight down the hall was the kitchen door. Bright with sunrays
shining threw. I can see a shinny linoleum floor where the
hardwood ends and the kitchen floor starts. And
what a kitchen it was. The larges room in the house. This is where we spend
most are time when were home. There is a large table in the middle. It’s made
from old planks dad had found in the barn. A light is hanging from a
chain the middle of the table.
It’s a large domed lamp with crystals all around the
bottom, with a farm scene panted on the dome.
The cabinets were metal panted white and would make a lot
of noise. When you opened a drawer it sounded like
a scratching noise metal on metal with a white
stained sink in the middle and two knobs for the hot and cold water. I
reached up to open the cabinet door where the glasses were and with a
click from the snap holding the door closed. I got out three glasses and filled
them with water from the sink. I returned
holding the three glasses in a triangle with both hands surrounding
them. As I was walking in the direction of the car, the new
neighbor’s wife opened her door and got out. She was thin, tall with long black
hair, standing there looking right at me. As I walked towards her she
opened the back door of the car to let her son out. Alright same height as
me! This was really great to have someone to do things with. Hi my
name is Glen. Who are you? Eric as if I owned the place. Want some water? I
said Glen’s parents had bought the old (Mr. and Mrs. Rugner.) Glen’s parents were
sitting down for lunch one day, just a month ago. They were in a diner close to
there house in Mr. Rugner spoke of how he and his wife had
talked about buying a small farm in the past, but did not know how they could
afford it. “I’ll let it go cheep.” Mr. Wilson said. However, you have to
promises me one thing. My wife and I have burial plots in Maymore. In addition,
would like it if you would make sure we end up there. Mr. Rugner said. “OK: but
we need to look at it and see if we really like the area. We rent a house now
and it would be easy for us to pack and go and start somewhere else.” Mr.
Wilson smiled looking over to Mrs. Wilson: saying how this would be perfect. “Do
you have a family?” Mrs. Wilson asked. “Yes, we have a son Glen. He’s twelve
years old.” Mrs. Wilson looked towards Mr. Wilson and said. “Perfect”. Mr.
Wilson just nodded a yes. He then looked down at the hamburger the waitress had
placed in front of him. Not saying another word. Mr. Wilson sat down to eat his
meal. When Mr. and Mrs. Wilson finished had
there meal. Mr. Wilson said. “Here
let me draw a map. It’s hard to find on any map. The only people that go there
are drivers with trucks. They bring supplies to town. In addition to the dairy
drivers picking up the milk once a day. Mr. Rugner said “OK once again.” So they
all sat down together eating lunch, while Mr. Wilson described the town and
people that lived there. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson had finished lunch and
were getting up to leave the table. He gave them the phone number of his brother’s
house, where he and his wife would be the next day. Mr. Wilson said. “Go there,
look, and then give me a call. The house is unlocked so you can go right in.”
Then they walked out hand in hand, leaving the restaurant. Getting in there car
to leave for the long trip to his brothers. Mrs. Rugner made the comment. “Can this be
true?” They didn’t even lock the door on there way out. A small town, just what
we have been looking for to starting a farm. Did he write the price down on
that paper? “Yes.” We can afford it as long as the barn doesn’t cost an arm and
a leg.” I can take off work tomorrow. It’ll take about four hours to get there,
from what I see written down. If work fires me. “Well I did not like that job
anyway!” Mr. Rugner said. It was Sunday morning when the Rugner’s
arrived in Maymore. Living in a small community, most went to
church to pray for a better life after they leave this world. The church was a
tall white building with doors reaching what looked like half way to the roof. It
had very steep silver roof with the chimney of brick rising high
above the roofline towards
the back. With an open steeple in the middle. It sat high above the point of
that silver roof, above the doors with a large golden bell inside. The doors were open when the Rugner's
drove past. They could see the people standing, lined up
between pews and the colored reflections from the windows
on the sunny side of the church. They were singing high, loud and it was the
most beautiful sound Mrs. Rugner had ever heard. “Oh look, there's a small store on that corner. Would you mind if we went in to get a drink, and talk about this town we might be living in.” Mrs. Rugner asked. Mr. Rugner turning his head to see the store said "Sure why not it might be interesting.” They
pulled up to the front door of a well-maintained rock building. It was not
as big as the church. Nevertheless, large enough to hold everything needed for
the communities needs. “The sign said Sam's grocery and
things.” The Rugner’s were walking up the plank steeps leading to the
front door. When Mrs. Rugner stopped and commented that it was odd,
there were no windows in the front of the store. She then said that maybe the
sides or rear had some. Walking in, there were shelves filed to the ceiling
with food, flashlights, batteries, dog food even paper products. Everything
the owner could possibly fit in the store. However, no windows
anywhere sides or back. Behind a large counter was a tall man. He
looked about forty, with a smile from ear to ear and only
one customer inside. The customer was not using a shopping cart like the
ones parked to the right, when you first walk in the store. But a big
wheel barrel. The customer a short old man with long dirty hair and a long
beard. His cloths had to be from the last century and wearing muddy
boots. “Hi my names
Sam how can I help you?” The man behind
the counter was looking right at the Rugner’s now, with his hands planted down
on the counter. “We came in to get something to drink. Do you have a refrigerator?”
Mr. Rugner asked. Sam said, “Yes to the back of the store. When you find what
you want. Bring here and I will ring you up.” We thanked him and went on are way down one of
the two rows with shelves stocked to the max. The Rugner’s
found what they wanted, and returned to the front of the store. Sam was writing
down everything the old man had in his wheel barrel. We could here the old
man talking but could not understand a he was saying. He was talking to himself
as if no one was in the room with him. “OK Widsith I think I have
everything written down. I'll see you next month.” And at that, the man not looking at us or Sam,
pushed his supplies out the front door, and down the stairs. We could here the
wheel thumping one step at a time until he hit the bottom
and just wheeled away. “Now you must be the Rugner's. We heard Mr. Wilson
called someone in town, and said you might be coming to look at there place.
How can I help you?” Sam asked. Mr.
Rugner was watching Sam write the totals on the paper of supplies Widsith had
just picked up and left with. He stuck a piece of tape on the paper, and placed
it on the center of the front door. Therefore, if everyone who shows
up there would see it. As Sam walked past them to his position behind the counter,
Mrs. Rugner said. “Can you give us
information about this town?” Now Sam was looking right at them and said. “Yes, let me tell you about this store first.”
He then said. “I bought it about five
years ago from the Johnson family. There son Rusty, the owner then had just
died in a farming accident helping his father on there family dairy farm. I was
looking to settle down in a small community, when and this place came up and it
was too good to pass up so I bought it.”
The Johnson’s had told me it was as old as the town, and had been a
community center at one time, where the people would meet together to discuss
important issues of there day. No one knows how long ago that was. All they
said was when that old man comes into my store every thirty days, to give him
what ever he needs. Place the supplies with price on the front door, and the
money will be in the small box next to the front door the next day.” “Do you have any children?” Asking Sam. “Yes;”
Mrs. Rugner said. “His name is Glen. He’s twelve years old so we of course need
to know about the schools here.” Sam
told them about how there was only one school. From first to the twelfth grades.
Sam said it was a small community, and not enough people living here for
another. However, it had some of the most modern books to teach with, and the
library has some of the oldest books in the country. “Twelve that’s the same age as Eric.” Sam
saying now. “The Johnson’s kid next door
to the “Next door is the museum. We had it built a
couple of years ago. There was so much stuff scattered around town. We wanted
to put it all in one place. Everyone in town had something to contribute. They
ether had something in there basements; barns or they were still using it. It’s
a vary interesting place and you need to take Glen there when you go.” Sam was telling the Rugner’s other things
like the gas station, ice cream stand, church and farm supply store you passed
on your way in.” “The park next door between me and the church is very nice to
sit. With a pond in the middle, and an old what we think is a civil war canon
left in the eighteen hundreds. From what I know they left it there in that spot
so the town built a park around it.” Now, that will be a dollar thirty for the
two drinks. The The Rugner’s found “You go out to the barn.” She said. “See if that will work and remember what Sam
had said about a good old barn raising.”
When Mr. Rugner walked into the barn, there was a good amount of farm
supplies and equipment left. However, the barn had to go. The wood was rotten
and had holes in the walls everywhere looking out. Mr. Rugner looked over the
equipment and supplies. “Thinking this will work.” Walking back into the house threw a back door.
Mr. Rugner found his wife retuning from the upstairs. She had a big smile on
her face, so he knew she like it. “He
asked if she liked it.” She told him about
the upper part of the house. Then gave him a hug, whispering no I love it! “How
was the barn?” Workable he said. Good
lets find the realtor and get this going. That’s all she had to say. © 2010 Bruce58 |
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