chapter 2 growing upA Story by Bruce58Eric and Glen get togetherChapter 2 growing up
A
Story by Bruce58
Eric and Glen get
together
Moms calling me, so I guess I have to leave now, but I'll be right back. Glen was standing next to me in Dads field up against the fence facing his house. My father had just burnt the weeds off all the fence so the wires wouldn’t rust when winter arrives keeping them wet. Can you hold the wire up so I can go through to my house? My mom will get mad if I put a hole in my shirt. I held the middle wire as high as I could and Glen slipped through. He walked as close to his side of the fence as he could. His father had not cut his field yet and was as high as we were. Wipe your feet before you enter this
house, "yelled mom." OK OK I will but there not dirty.
What’s for dinner? I was talking to her from the other side of
the screened door. And don’t let that door slam! What do you want?
Chicken I answered. She looked at me and said
"right" then putting a plate on the table with a pork chop, mashed potatoes and
green beans. She smiled saying you love your chicken don't you. Ya is
all I could say. Sit and eat your
dinner. Your father is working on a sick cow and will be in when he finishes.
Now, how are you and Glen getting along? Good, we helped get some stuff out of
the barn today. Well you be careful, if anyone knows that old barn you do.
Can I take Glen to town after dinner mom? We’ll walk on the road
I promise. OK, but you be home before ten. I don't want you two to be
down there late tonight. There might be a lot of strangers tonight. You know
it's the thirty. Oh, can I stay there tonight and show Glen? No not tonight
maybe next month. I looked down and said OK and finished my
dinner. After dinner I
walked next door and saw Mr. Rugner still working, getting the rest of the
supplies out of the his barn. He had placed everything in one pile and was
covering it with a tarp. Ha Eric want to help me put this cover over the
supplies? Glen's still eating his dinner. Sure it might rain tonight and
get everything wet. It was the biggest tarp I had ever seen. I measured it by
walking, adding three feet to one step like my father does. 15 x 15 thinking
that it was 45 feet in both direction. I said, Mr. Rugner that the biggest tarp
that I have ever seen. He said, it was the biggest Rick had in the farm
store. We had the
pile covered and placed rocks all around to keep the wind from
blowing it away. He said, wow would you look at that. The only tarp Rick had
that big was this red one. I bet you can see it from space! Thank you, your a
big help Are the two of you going to watch me pull this barn down tomorrow? I
said sure when Glen walked out the back door. I told him I was going down town
and did he want to come? He said, can I dad? OK, but don't be too late and I'll
tell your mother. We walked in the
center of the road. It went slightly down hill since we lived on the
left side of the valley. I told him about the two farms before
As we came to the corner, I said “let’s go see the school. Pointing to the left across the street. Glen looked in that direction and said
“OK”. We past the cemetery on the right just before reaching the school. Glen,
want to see the class we’re going to be in when we go back? Sure but how? The
doors aren’t locked? Glen said. As
pulled the front door open, Glen started telling me about the school he went to
in
We walked through each class rooms from the first to twelfths. Each one
was large with one big desk to one side and smaller ones facing it and windows
from waist high to the ceilings. The desk all had books on them with the names
of each student written on them. Glen asked if I had a desk already. Sure I’ll
show you. We walked into the class with the number 10 on the door and looked
around for my name. Here it is and look you’re sitting next to me. Eric Johnson
me, Glen Rugner you. But how I’ve never attended here. Eric looked at Glen
shaking his head slowly and said “small town”. I showed Glen the rest then we
walked out. This side is for upper classes and the other side is for lower.
Glen asked why we had no kindergarten class and I told him there we’re only
twelve class rooms.
As we pasted the cemetery again, Glen wanted to look at it. I said why,
there’s nothing there but dead people and a lot of them even I don’t know. Here
look at the name closes to the road. There was a rock with the name Oldin
carved into the top. Never heard that name here before and I figure it was the
first person to die here. Besides I want to get some ice cream and the stand
classes in about thirty minutes. So we hurried past
Sam was sitting in front of his store with a snack rack and ice chest
next to it. Hi Sam anyone here yet? Sam looking both ways said, not yet. It’s
not like it was a few years ago. People would come from all around to watch “The
Thirty”, but now maybe one or two. What’s the thirty Glen asked? I’ll tell you
after we get some ice cream; we have to run if we’re going to make it. See ya
Sam! We ran past the park, church and some houses where people lived. There’s
the farm store I said. The stand is on the other side.
It was an old carnival stand with tires under it. Bill, who lives in the
house next to it, put it there ten years ago and is only open in the summer. Hi
Eric and you must be Glen Bill said through a screen in front of his stand. Do
you have any strawberry today? He said do you want that on a cone or dish. Cone
I said. And what do you want Glen? Vanilla in a dish please. Be right up,
that’ll be 2.50. Eric reached in his front pocket an got out the five dollars
Glen’s father had given him today for helping. After Bill gave them there ice
cream and change, Eric said lets go back to the park.
We sat on the bench looking at the pond when Glen asked. What’s The
Thirty? Eric said he didn’t exactly know. That every thirty days the pond in
front of them would have a gusher of water shoot twenty or more feet high
enough to touch the tree branches above. It was funny, one winter the ice was
so thick, it didn’t brake and all the people watching got wet from the water
spraying from under the slab. Glen wanted to see it tonight but I told him my
mom said maybe next month. On the way home I told Glen, he had to see the
hammer in the museum but it was closed now and would be open tomorrow.
The next morning Mr. Rugner was tying a long rope around his barn and
attached it to the tractor Mr. Wilson had left. Hi Eric, Glenn will be right
out, do think this’ll work? Dad walked up behind me saying maybe the rope needs
to be higher. Let me get my latter and well push it higher. A crowd was
gathering now, wanting to see if that old barn would fall. Bill, Sam, Marty the
museum owner. Everyone in the town had come to watch, even Lgerna
the crazy lady down the street.
Mr. Rugner started his tracker
and moved slowly forward until the rope was tight. All right here we go he
yelled. The more fuel he gave it, the more that tracker would bounce up and
down. The more it would bounce the louder his rope growled. Then Crack and the
whole barn was falling slowly in his direction. Well that old barn hit the
ground and left a cloud of dust thirty feet high and went clear across his
field. We could hear the tracker stop running and everything was silent. No one
spoke a word. Mr. Rugner walked out from under that cloud, covered white. He
was a ghost with spider’s termites and any bug in the barn at the time hanging
on to the dust. No one could explain the glow seen in the middle of all that
cloud though.
Mom told me. Lgerna finally the one to
speak. She started laughing while walking to the street then home. Then
everyone started to laugh, even Mrs. Rugner. She was helping him pat the dust
of saying, go it the kitchen and take your cloths off for a bath.
Marty came over to me and Glen and said. Are you and Glen coming in
today? Someone brought in a bow yesterday. I think it belonged to one of the
Indians that lived here years ago. I looked at Glen saying, you’ve got to see
that big hammer hanging on the wall. That’s my favorite. Well be there after we
look around to see what was under that mess. Marty said ok and left.
The dust cloud was still moving towards
When Glen came back, he went to shine the light under that door and
found the light shining right back into his eyes. What the heck! Eric now
wanted to see more, so he grabbed hold, lifting what was left of the door. Look
there’s a broken walking stick down there. It was in a hole three feet deep and
the same size as the door. Eric jumped down and picked it up. It felt like pins
pricking his hand.
This feels weird he said and when he looked up at Glen. Ha who’s up
there with you? No one. Yes there is whose that old man next to you? Glen
turned to see saying there’s no one here. I see an old man in a gray robe, with
long hair and a beard. Your crazy Glen said. Maybe we should leave it here or
find another place to hide it. I said. No I want to see it to. Ok here it is
but I warn you it hurts a little and I handed it to him. What do you mean; it
feels like an old stick. Someone broke the bottom off and you must have grabbed
where it splinters. Maybe I said. But I do like the crystal on top Glen said. Let
hide it in my basement. Dad has nothing in there and mom hates it down there.
After the stick was hidden under some old paint cans in Glen’s basement.
We started walking to town. Your quiet Glen said. I was thinking about what I
saw. Your imaginary man, Glen started laughing. Ya but he looked real. I said. We
reached the museum and Mr. Martin greeted us outside saying, come in to see
that old bow. I polished it up and now it looks brand new.
The three of us walked in together with Mr. Martin wanting to show off
that bow. Look it even has the old string on it. Saying, what a find! I just
wanted for Glen to see that hammer. Look Glen, that's the oldest thing in the
museum. I went to see what Mr. Martin was doing and he was still cleaning that
bow. I want to touch it I said so stepping on a chair from the corner of the
room. Almost there just inches away. DON'T TOUCH IT! Mr. Martin screamed. End of chapter 2 © 2010 Bruce58 |
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