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whutina_10 (Original Message)

Sent: 6/13/2006 1:54 PM

I can remember clearly, at 8 yrs of age, my Grandfather while sitting on the porch of his little farm house,

surrounded by what seemed to be giant, giant, hills, hearing the ringing sound of 4 part harmony, he playing the banjo.

Others played guitar, upright bass and fiddle. These boys had been getting together for 30 years every Friday night on that front porch, picking out new tunes and refining the old ones. Singing til the owls were asleep once again. That was one night I will never forget. The sound of a banjo, bass, guitar, and fiddle and 4 voices, all in harmony, ringing up a storm in that little holler called home.

This is my good memory of childhood.

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Message 2 of 10 in Discussion

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Sent: 6/14/2006 5:13 PM

So, where's the rest of the story? Love the lead in btw which in my humble opinion sets the stage; paints a heart warming picture of what's to come. What happened afterwards? This hook is due for a natural progression of some sort. More please, Sir? Have you ever seen movies on the Hallmark channel or watched 7th heaven? Well, you catch my drift.

-t-

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Sent: 6/15/2006 12:28 AM

Yep -t-, I have watched the movies on Hallmark! I didn't want to get too wordy, and unfortunately the ending was like Old Yeller. :( I could go on forever about those days when he called me "Tinker" as in Tinker Toys. He was poor, and only had Tinker Toys to play with, but he hid them all winter, until I came in the summers and then pulled them out for me to play with. I would stay for weeks and "sucker and top" his tobacco crop. Sometimes I got there early enough, and If lucky enough, I got to work on the seedling machine. Best time of my life, and hardest I've ever worked.

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Sent: 6/15/2006 2:11 PM

Hey 10,

Maybe we should weave a story together here. IYou definitely have some raw materials to work with. I haven't done much creative writing lately, but believe it or not, that was originally my background until I discovered feature writing. I might take a whack at it and see what happens. I'll let you know of the outcome.

Catch you later.

-t-

Message 5 of 10 in Discussion

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Sent: 6/15/2006 2:19 PM

One more thing, you know there are several family oriented magazines that would love your story if pitched and written appropriately. I can smell the emotional undertones all the way from GA. Maybe you could narrate and I'll write(interested maybe?) In the end if selected for publication, we'll split the deniro! Know what I mean Vern? I think everyone has at least a story to tell. And what I like about your memories at your grandpaws is that it has a take away point. "Best time of my life and hardest I've ever worked"

-t-

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Sent: 6/16/2006 2:15 AM

I keep a lot of short stories, rough drafts, in a journal now and then. This would be a good addition. Really, I did not think much about what or how I was "writing" when I made that post, more of a stream of consciousness I suppose. I was willing to share that with this group, but probably not the general populus. At least not yet. I have some thinking to do. In other words, Lead-in, structure, syntax, well you know the drill. But believe me, I've got plenty of material! LOL!.

Message 7 of 10 in Discussion

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Sent: 6/17/2006 2:08 AM

alrighty then!

-t-

Message 8 of 10 in Discussion

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Sent: 1/27/2007 5:55 PM

I DO remember. I remember never to forget my past, my present, and my future. What was, what is, and what shall be. I sorely miss my Papaw sending me out to the well with an old wooden bucket, on a long rope to fetch water out of the well, shovel coal in the winter, feed the chickens and gather eggs, milk the cow in the morning, and the long walks back from the barn, and the long talks we used to have while doing so.

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Sent: 3/3/2007 8:36 PM

Paradise from John Prine, Appropriate for "Memories"

When I was a child
My family would travel
down to Western Kentucky
Where my parents were born
and theres a backwards old town
Thats often remembered
So many times,
that my memories are worn.

(Chorus)
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenburg County
down by the Green River
where Paradise lays.
Well I'm sorry my son
but you're too late in asking
Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away

Well sometimes we'd travel
right down the Green River
to the abandoned old prison
down by Avery hill
Where the air smelled like snakes
We'd shoot with our pistols
but empty pop bottles
was all we would kill

(chorus)
(music break)

And the coal company came
with the worlds largest shovel
and they tortured the timber
and stripped all the land
well they dug for their coal
'til the land was forsaken
and they wrote it all down
as the progress of man

(chorus)

When I die let my ashes
float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up
to the Rochester Dam
I'll be halfway to heven
With Paradise waiting
just 5 miles away
from wherever I am

(chorus)

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