Crying Again

G. Harrison A.

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I remember the last time I see my mother. She was reading one of my books. I said, good bye mom. I'll see you tomorrow. She said, what do you want for lunch, the fish or the ham? I said surprise me. She had on a blue dress, white sun hat and a smile that was still as young as her heart. It was March 3.

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• Publié par: A. G. Harrison
• Date de parution: 19 juillet 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781839783289
• Langue: English

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Crying Again
 
 
Book series: “Wishful Thoughts”
 
 
Part 5
 
 
Series by A. G. Harrison
 
 
Publication as of July 2021
 
Introduction by A. G. Harrison
 
Introduction
 
From the time human felt the necessity to communicate, he realized the value of the written word and wrote by drawing on cave walls, clay tablets, stones, papyrus, parchment, paper, and today, with the development of technology, he has created e-books.
 
The object "book" is classified in industrial products, but at the same time it is a cultural good. Personally, I emphasize both of its dimensions, but mainly in its cultural dimension. I consider the book to be the most important expression of culture because quite simply, in addition to being the same work of art, it supports all other expressions of culture.
 
As an industrial product, through the many stages of its creation and before it reaches the hands of the reader, it financially supports a wide range of professions, such as writers, philologists, translators, designers, publishers, paper merchants, printing houses, bookbinders, distributors and, finally, bookstores… Let us not forget, of course, that today it also greatly supports the huge online market industry.
 
The governments of many countries, studying and delving into the economic benefits of the book, have invested and supported this industry in various ways, which flourished and offered them great financial gains.
 
Starting with the Sumerians, Babylonians and other peoples of Mesopotamia, who wrote on clay tablets, Egyptians and Romans, who wrote on papyrus, the Jews on parchment, the evolution with handwritten books images in the Middle Ages in Europe, the creation of the first wooden typographic elements and paper by the Chinese, who printed the first books, the discovery of metallic elements by the German Johannes Gutenberg during the Renaissance and the really rapid development of printing in 1450 until 1456 and, finally, during the 19th-20th century the Industrial Revolution, which makes the production of the book flourish are some examples of the value of the written word.
 
The agony and effort of all these civilized societies, over time, in various parts of the world, teaches us that the book is an integral part of human existence.
 
Throughout this course the book records and transports from the depths of the centuries ancient civilizations, which teach us about the mistakes that we can avoid or imitate the achievements of our ancestors and adopt timeless principles and values, supplies for survival. but also the evolution of the human species.
 
By reading a book, we have the opportunity to create with our imagination the heroes of history, landscapes, various objects, etc. In the pages of a book, the author, in addition to his study, research, experiences, also expresses his feelings. He makes us members of his own world and gives us the opportunity to learn.
 
It helps us to acquire knowledge but also to enrich our vocabulary, improving our own writing.
 
It contributes to our mental alertness, increases the ability to focus, improves our memory, helps to develop our analytical mental abilities, entertains us, calms us down and helps reduce stress.
 
Of course, apart from the importance of touch and contact with a hot material, reading a quality book contributes significantly and decisively to our self-education, the cultivation of critical thinking, the upgrading of our aesthetics and consequently contributes to our quality of life.
 
It conveys art, informs, cultivates the spirit and the soul, elevates intelligence, finds solutions to problems, conveys messages, circulates ideas, forms consciences.
 
I hope my books convey a message of personal experiences and you could find segments of your own truth as well.
 
Thank you in advance for being here and being ready to start reading.
Beginning
 
Previously
 
“Are you ok? You been puking your brains out.” Charlie said loading the bags with the hog meat.
 
“I just…I mean. The smell. And the blood. That could have been some hogs father.” George said bent over behind a tree face down.
 
“I am finished. I got enough meat here for a month. Let’s move out. Set the traps and get home.” Charlie said lifting the three bags over his shoulder and leading the way.
 
“Where are we going to find wild chicken?” George asked marching behind Charlie.
 
“There is a clearing just a mile north. Every time I am out here I see a few.” Charlie said following his compass.
 
The two marched on for thirty minutes before running into the clearing.
 
“See George. Look at them all.” Charlie said pointing to the small clearing with around fifty chicken just walking around a peeking the grass.
 
“How can there be so many in one small spot?” George asked amazed by what he was seeing. “It must be another miracle from God.”
 
“Or it could be I have been dropping bird feed here from the last month.” Charlie said.
 
“Did God tell you to do it?” George asked.
 
“If I say yes will I be committed?” Charlie asked.
 
“Only if I tell an Atheist.” George answered.
 
“Do you know any?”
 
“No.” George said.
 
“It was God who told me.” Charlie said.
 
“I knew it.” George said with delight.
 
“Let’s hid the meat behind the trees. Were close to the Confederate line and those boys are just as hungry as us.” Charlie said placing the bags down and covering them with leaves.
 
“Yeah, and they’ll steal anything.” George said helping cover the bags.
 
“That’s good enough.” Charlie said as soon as the bags became unseen. “Now let’s set the traps.”
 
The two men walked into the middle of the field surround by all the chickens.
 
“Hey Charlie way don’t we just reach down and pick one up. I mean there right next to us?” George asked as he carefully step over and around chickens
 
“Good ahead. I’ll give you ten bucks if you catch one.” Charlie said stopping to take a look.
 
“Ten bucks. Watch this.” George said rubbing his hands together.
 
George quickly reached down and tried to grab a chicken. He missed by a mile as the chicken jumped up over George’s head knocking him to the ground. After Charlie was finished laughing he helped George up.
 
“What do you say now?” Charlie asked.
 
“Let’s set the traps.”
 
“Alright. Here is the plan. We set up each trap with hog meat. We place them at each ends of the field and we each guard one. When one of us gets one, we walk to the meat and wait for the next person.” Charlie explained.
 
“Load me up!” George said lifting up a trap.
 
“Ok. Now lift the trap door open like this and when a chicken walks in, you pull the string. And my wife is happy.” Charlie said setting up George’s trap.
 
“Piece of cake.” George said walking away.
 
George and Charlie walked to each end of the field and laid out the traps. They hid the string under leaves and between the grass and each sat under a tree that lined the clearing. Two second later.
 
“I got one!” Charlie yelled scooping up his trap and heading for the meat.
 
“Yeah Charlie! Look.” George said watching him approach. “I got one in under a second. Do these things have brains?”
 
“I am not sure. But how do we know if there male or female?” Charlie asked looking at each chicken closely.
 
“I don’t know. Let’s go by size!” George said bending over next to the traps.
 
“Mine is bigger than the other one. So mine is a male.” George said nodding at Charlie.
 
“But look at the one over there near the middle of the field. That one is bigger than your chicken.” Charlie said pointing.
 
“I know. Let’s get that one, let mine go. So we KNOW we have one male and one female.” George said.
 
“But I don’t’ think we need a male.” Charlie said scratching his head.
 
“Why not!?” George asked. “How are they going to have eggs with no male? They need sex to make eggs.” George said sounding pretty sure of himself.
 
“I don’t think so. Doesn’t chickens lay eggs every day?” Charlie asked.
 
“Yeah. In the mornings. And at night they bone.” George explained.
 
“Ok. So how do you tell a male from a female?” Charlie asked. “We need to make sure we have the right stuff.”
 
“Well that easy. Look at my chicken. See the thing on it’s foot. That thing look like it a razor. It can kill somebody.” George said.
 
“Ok. So is that the male then?” Charlie asked.
 
“No, that is the female. Mother need that to fight off pray.” George explained.
 
“Ha. But look at the feathers on mine. There long and beautiful. That must be the female.” Charlie said.
 
“Now you’re judging by ugliness?” George said. “Look over there, that one is uglier then both of ours. We should get that one.”
 
“But that one has the same thing on its leg.” Charlie said.
 
“But look. These two seem to like each other. Maybe we should put them together and try to get another one.” George said looking at the chickens peeking toward each other.
 
“Good idea. Grab your chicken and put it with my chicken. I’ll hold open the door.” Charlie said bending down next to George.
 
“No way in hell I am reaching in there and pulling out a chicken. He looks mean. You pull out your chicken and I’ll hold open the door.” George said.
 
“You know what? Your chicken looks mean. And mine looks friendly. Your chicken must be a rooster.” Charlie said not wanting to stick his hand anywhere were we won’t get them back.
 
“Rooster! We can’t bring back a rooster. Jill will kill us!” George said shaking his head.
 
“No I think a rooster is a male chicken and a female is just call a female.” Charlie said.
 
“What about a hen?” George asked.
 
“What about them?” Charlie asked back.
 
“The name makes them seem friendly.” George answered.
 
“It does. Almost smoothing.” Charlie said with a smile. “Hen.”
 
“Yeah. You