THE GREEN OAK BOYS in The Quest for The Fullness of Life - An Adventure (Book 1)

Herbert Ray Pitre

Description

'The Green Oak Boys' is for the young people of today, yet, can be enjoyed by everyone. These short stories are to reach our youth with common down home lessons of life, which in no way speak bad against today's technology. These stories are written to strengthen and restore the values and moral principles needed for a better productive system. As a society we need to unclog the arteries of their imaginations and allow the bliss of true freedom to flow passionately as it should, to take them to uncharted places of their true making, not just from a computer.

In the book 'The Green Oak Boys' there is adventure, imagination, and stories of true ways of "Living Life To It's Fullness".

You will not regret reading this book; it will bring you to places you've never been before.

Sujets

• Jeunesse Aventure
• Action
• Adventure
• Juvenilee Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 10 janvier 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456629939
• Langue: English

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THE GREEN OAK BOYS in The Quest for The Fullness of Life
- An Adventure (Book 1)
 
by
Herbert Ray Pitre
Copyright 2018 Herbert Ray Pitre,
All rights reserved.
 
 
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2993-9
 
 
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
A BAD WEEKEND
Chapter Two
THE FIGHT FOR SUPREMACY
Chapter Three
A DECISION OF FAITH
Chapter Four
EVERYONE KNOWS
Chapter Five
WHEN GOOD TURNS TOO BAD
Chapter Six
GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE
Chapter Seven
LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED
Chapter Eight
SNAKES AND DEMONS
Chapter Nine
LOVE AND PAIN
Chapter Ten
STORIES, TREASURES AND LEGENDS
Chapter Eleven
THE GANG MEETS UNCLE DAVE
Chapter Twelve
DEALT A BAD HAND
Chapter Thirteen
A BAD JOKE
Chapter Fourteen
FROM THIEVES TO SAINTS
Chapter Fifteen
FROM TEARS TO FLAMES
Chapter Sixteen
THE SEARCH FOR THE FULLNESS OF LIFE
Chapter Seventeen
SAVED BY A STRANGER
Chapter Eighteen
BEING CURIOUS GETS DANGEROUS
Chapter Nineteen
LITTLE PEOPLE AND UNUSUAL DREAMS
Chapter Twenty
FROM PROPHETS TO HOGS
Chapter Twenty-One
ONE GOOD JOB AND ONE BAD JOB
Chapter Twenty-Two
THE RAMBLING FEVER BUG
Chapter Twenty-Three
LEARNING NOT TO JUDGE
Chapter Twenty-Four
A DREAM COME TRUE
Chapter Twenty-Five
THE THIRD PREACHER’S PROPHECY
Chapter Twenty-Six
FALL AND WINTER PLANS
 
Chapter One
A BAD WEEKEND
Four o’clock had come early for Lennard and I, and along with it was our big outing we had planned with the rest of the guys. But, first and foremost, before anything else, Bertha our milk cow, had to be milked. After that, we had to feed our two hogs, Arnold and Piggy Lou, who were kina our pets.
Then, coffee was to be made for Dad, who had to have it at the opening of the first eye. Finally, with everything finished, we begin tuning our instruments, and getting ready for the Green Oak Saturday bluegrass show. This is where all of Dad’s friends and kinfolk gathered at the house every weekend, to visit and enjoy one another.
My name’s Jay, and I pick the banjo, and if you ask me if I’m good, you’ll probably hear there’s none better. Then there’s Lennard, my brother, who picks like the dickens. That cat has won just about all the guitar picking contest around. Ole Wilco, he plays the bull bass, which is about as big as he is. Then there’s Vinny, our fiddle player, a champion fiddlier with lots of awards, and he’s the last to make up the Green Oak Boys, which is for now.
There are others who sit in and jam along with us, but they don’t travel or compete as we do. We are all around the same age, and pick mostly just for the fun of it. There is more to the Green Oak Boys than just being pickers, you know. We’ve had others we’ve taken in a-time-or-two, but had to let-um go, because our friends refer to um as, “The River Rats”.
But as for us, there’s myself, Harley, Gabe, Minnie-J (who is as big as a giant), Lenny, Wilco, and last but not least Arthur. Now before we go any farther, I’d like to add, that from the beginning of our friendship, we’ve make it a point to all gather when the group has been called to order. This gathering goes on every weekend, with everyone in the nearby towns waiting to hear what might take place, during what we call, “our playtime”.
Now playtime is the name given, for the simple fact that it is outside playing and, inside picking, which covers a lot of other activities also, some of which can’t be spoken of, so says the preacher.
But this particular Saturday, it seemed everyone has shown up, so we jam like crazy, picking and singing from sun-up to sundown. Afterwards, we all sit down and talk about what we are going to do for the rest of the weekend. Wilco wants to cook on our outside stove down by the river while, Gabe and Harley are at each other’s throats, arguing over Dave’s gun, which don’t even shoot.
This kind of stuff goes on all the time, which seems to be the norm for us. Yet, thinking about it, there really isn’t anything at all normal about us. And believe me, we have no regrets, why should we? We’re having fun the good ole fashion way.
Now, Harley is big, about the same size as Minnie-J, yet slower than all of us, (even though they both talk slower than they walk), except for this one unforgettable day. Lennard and I start walking off toward home, then quickly jump on our bikes and yell, “Hey, let’s go to town, Harley!” Immediately, he jumps on his bike and passes us right up.
There is just something about riding into town, that excites the devil out of us, which some folks say we were full of anyhow, but that didn’t bother us any. Saddling up, we all take off for a two-hour ride into what Mom refers to as, “trouble time”. We are bike riding for an hour or so when suddenly we notice the train has stopped on the outside of town.
Being innocent as we are, (yeah, right) we stop and open a door to one of the boxcars. It was in a twinkling of an eye that our world becomes bright as the noon sun. As the door slowly opens up, our eyes widen and sparkle, as we gaze with excitement at what we call “The Mother Lode”.
There it is, right in front of our eyes, cases of soda pops, cookies, and mountain water, (beer)! along with other mouthwatering goodies, just waiting to be consumed by some lucky bystanders. All we did was stand and stare, knowing that what we were about to do was wrong. I’m telling the truth, we tried hard to hold back, yet, it happened anyway.
I found myself climbing in and staring in awe, as I begin slobbering at the mouth. We are all equipped with baskets fixed to the front and rear of our bikes, and that made it easier for this evil act of gluttony to go farther. We then quickly begin to fill our baskets with soda pop, beer, and goodies, as we tried hard to balance our bikes with the load.
Were now tractor-trailer full and a-hauling, when suddenly, the sound of sirens fill the night air. Painfully, it now seemed at this moment that, our lives were fix-in to change forever. We all knew that they were coming after us, and we could swear to it. We then got to pedaling as fast as we could, till we made it onto this old dirt road with bushes on both sides.
It was darker than dark, although it was only six o’clock. We kept on a-going though, ‘til reaching an old house that gave the appearance of something straight from a horror show.
As we parked our bikes and stepped onto the old wooden porch, it hits us like a ton of butter, we then remembered, this was the old haunted house the old folks talked about. But knowing the police were on our tail, we just huddled together and walked slowly up to the strange old worn-down house.
The floors squeaked and knocked as Gabe turns on a flashlight he always carries in his bike basket. This is an important rule with the gang, that we all should carry a flashlight at all times. It was essential to always carry a flashlight, since we loved to camp and all. Yet tonight, it was different, we had slipped up miserably, because only two of us had one.
Smarty pants Lennard, now smiling, pulls his out and turns it on. He begins to shine around when, suddenly a rat runs right out in front of us, causing Harley to run into a wall. Not realizing our knees are now knocking together like machine guns, we all quickly glance at one another as if to say, so long old friend, I’ll see you in heaven.
Then again, you might know, out of nowhere this old dog runs right between us. Harley now passes out, falling right into Gabe and Wilco, making Lennard scream like a panther. I had already been praying for the Lord to forgive me, when thankfully, I felt he had, because I woke-up.
It’s the truth, I needed forgiveness for stealing those watermelons, and for putting the blame on Lennard, and also for that chicken I’d killed. Yea, sadly, It’s the truth, I really did do it, but like I said, I did repent, so let’s move on o.k...
When all is said and done, we glance at one another in wonder, trying earnestly to figure out where this awful smell was coming from. speaking not a word, we ignore one another, knowing were all at fault. As in every situation though, we do sit and talk about what we should next. We never are really without any brilliant ideas, I guess it’s because all of us always have the best idea anyhow!
We are all in agreement to stay the night in the old house now, knowing the cops were patrolling the main road waiting us out. The dog’s now long gone, and thankfully, we have plenty to drink and, our flashlights are still barely shining.
It’s like the old folks would say, “all is well that ends well”. Time passes on by, and all of us fall fast asleep, until that is, I’m awakened by a knock coming from another room.
One light is now completely out, while the other is barely shining. Suddenly realizing were not alone, we all begin looking at one another, as Arthur hands us each a beer, hoping it just might settle our nerves.
We don’t drink liquor at all, but tonight, there seemed a need. (no excuse) We begin gulping down the liquor we’d taken from that boxcar. We quickly turned the old house into a bar, not even realizing it. It then didn’t go to long ‘til we felt we were as big as giants. Isn’t it strange how deceitful liquor can be, and the trouble it can bring!
It wasn’t long that darkness gives way to daylight, and the knocking fades to silence, as we offer up to our friendly ghost, our last and, farewell beer. With daylight now shinning down upon us, it took an act of Congress to get us to stand up.
Somebody shoot us, I cry out, as we try and make it outside, without falling over one another. I tell Lennard I’m g