Pages of Promise by Gilbert Morris

Author:Gilbert Morris [Morris, Gilbert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2007-10-31T20:00:00+00:00

Richard and Laurel found that one of the chief pleasures of life—better than radio, better than television—was listening to Granny Stevens.

Late on Thursday afternoon, they were both seated out where she was stirring soap in the huge black iron kettle over a fire that Richard had built for her out of dried hickory.

“Tell us about your courtin’ days, Granny. Did you have lots of boyfriends?” Richard asked. Laurel was sitting with her back against the wall, wearing blue jeans and a pale blue cotton blouse. Her light brown hair caught in the breeze, and she reached up and smoothed it down. Richard didn’t notice the apprehensive glance she cast his way.

“Boyfriends? Why, I never heard of such as goes on these days,” Granny said. “I had a few young men callin’ on me, but we always sat with my daddy and my mama on the front porch.”

“That must have been exciting.” Richard smiled.

“Better’n what goes on this day and age,” Granny Stevens grunted. “When I agreed to marry Mr. Stevens, he had never even seed me alone.”

“Did you kiss ’im much, Granny?” Richard looked at Laurel, for they both knew her response to this. Laurel kept her eyes on Granny so she wouldn’t have to let Richard look into her eyes.

“Kiss him? Why, he never held my hand until after we was married!”

Laurel sighed. “That must’ve been a nice time to live.”

Granny looked over, her sharp gray eyes studying the young woman. “It was a heap better’n now, but the good Lord’s the same yesterday, today, and forever,” she said and smiled. She had a good smile. Her face was wrinkled, but there was a pleasantness and goodness in it that made people trust her intuitively. “You better go help get lunch started. I’ll be finished with this soap directly. Wait, what’s that I hear?” She looked toward the road. “That looks like your Logan Stuart coming.”

It was, indeed, Logan Stuart. He pulled up in the battered Chevrolet and got out slowly, as if his joints hurt. Moving over to where the three were sitting, he greeted them. “Howdy! That’s a fine batch of soap you’re makin’ there, Granny.”

“I’ll fix you up a little when I get it dibbed,” Granny smiled. “Better than any of that store-bought stuff.”

“I’ll say amen to that.” Logan took off his hat and wiped his brow. It was May and it had been a hot, blistering day, but the breeze was beginning to stir in the tops of the trees. “Glad to see it cool off.” He looked over and said, “I come to give you an invitation, Richard. Your uncle Owen pulled in today, and he’s gonna preach Sunday. Brother Crabtree said the church needs a good skinnin’.”

“I’ll sure be there, Uncle Logan.”

“Bring anybody that wants to come with you. Better come early. You know how it is when Owen preaches. Church house is always full. And why don’t you come to supper tomorrow night so you can visit with him?”

“I got some fresh buttermilk,” Granny said to Logan.

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