Three Creeks (Three Creeks #1) by Ken Farmer

Author:Ken Farmer [Farmer, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Timber Creek Press
Published: 2020-09-19T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JAMISON HOME

A low ground fog still laid ‘cross grandpa‘s property far as I could see. The sun just topped the pine trees an’ bounced off the fog nearly blindin’ us.

I was helpin’ grandma an’ mama carry the food they had cooked for the potluck dinner we were goin’ to have under the brush arbor after the services.

“How long that fog gonna stick around, you think, Grandma?”

She glanced out ‘cross Sally’s pasture south of the barn at the blanket of fog that looked to be ten or fifteen feet thick. Just the tops of some of the cedar trees an’ wild plums down there was all I could see. Couldn’t see the milk cow at all.

“Oh, ‘spect the sun will burn it off in about a hour, Foot. Always like this mornin’ after a rain.”

We were puttin’ most of the bowls, platters, an’ baskets in the back seat of the sheriff’s car that she an’ grandpa was goin’ in. Me, Bobby, mama, an’ daddy were all goin’ in his car—’cept Hutch…An’ Tiny had to stay to the house.

Hutch was goin’ to be at the colored services at their church with his grandma an’ grandpa. Said he’d join up with us afterward at the potluck. Think he was lookin’ to have some of grandma‘s fried chicken. Tol’ him I’d save him a couple of pieces…maybe the back an’ neck.

He thumped me, but I thumped him back.

Had to dress up for church, which just meant wear shoes, a clean white shirt, an’ long pants.

It was ‘bout a mile to where they had built the brush arbor. It was between the Tabernacle of God church an’ Jolley’s Chapel Cemetery.

Some of the men of the congregation had put the arbor up usin’ pine saplin’ poles for the frame an’ then coverin’ the top with leafy persimmon, dogwood, an’ sassafras branches for shade. Whole thing smelled kinda like root beer from the sassafras.

They also whacked down the grass an’ weeds with yo-yos to cut down on the chiggers ‘fore they brought some of the pews from the church an’ a bunch of wood foldin’ chairs to set underneath. There was some foldin’ tables at the front behind where the preacher would be for the potluck food.

Was already a bunch of covered bowls an’ platters, ‘long with gallon jugs of sweet tea an’ lemonade on the tables when we got there.

We parked ‘tween the brush arbor an’ the road like everbody else. Toted the food in an’ set it on one of the tables.

Only person I could see to wear a coat was Preacher Matthew Martin. Think he only wore one so’s he could make a show of takin’ it an’ his tie off when he got wound up thumpin’ his Bible.

Me an’ Bobby had a bet on when he would come out of it an’ his tie. Bobby said in ten minutes after he started his sermon an’ I said soon’s we finished the first song. We bet a RC cokecola down at Jolley’s Store.

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