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Post by ydderf on Apr 18, 2021 9:14:52 GMT -6
Thank you Cutter for the new chapter. I assume your muse finally got her chocolate.
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Post by griz on Apr 29, 2021 23:47:23 GMT -6
Okay, Cutter, since you've given us a taste we want the whole thing. Not that we'd pressure you. No sir, that kinda stuff never happens on this board. We're all the patient type. Yeah, I know where I'm goin' for lyin' like that. You'll have company, I'm sure.
Honestly though, I just found this, ripped through the 1st Chapter & thought to m'self 'I'll pour a wee dram o' the water of life and settle in' -- much to my chagrin, there was only more chapter and me, with my appetite whetted for more .... ah well, there's always the wee dram & I can tuck in, if I can remember how to book mark this.
Ta, Cutter... G.
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Post by cutter on Apr 30, 2021 18:04:46 GMT -6
Caution: Blatant story plug ahead.
Griz, you're welcome to dive into Ritches to Rags to Ritches if you like. Volumes 1&2 are in the completed stories section. Volume 3 is still under construction in the as they are written section, if you haven't found them already. Either way, thank you for visiting my writing world.
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Post by 9idrr on Apr 30, 2021 18:26:09 GMT -6
Okay, Cutter, since you've given us a taste we want the whole thing. Not that we'd pressure you. No sir, that kinda stuff never happens on this board. We're all the patient type. Yeah, I know where I'm goin' for lyin' like that. You'll have company, I'm sure.
Honestly though, I just found this, ripped through the 1st Chapter & thought to m'self 'I'll pour a wee dram o' the water of life and settle in' -- much to my chagrin, there was only more chapter and me, with my appetite whetted for more .... ah well, there's always the wee dram & I can tuck in, if I can remember how to book mark this.
Ta, Cutter... G. Not to worry, Griz, Cutter will cast a few pearls before us swine then leave us hangin' for awhile. Just rest assured that his stuff is always worth the wait.
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Post by griz on May 3, 2021 13:23:20 GMT -6
You'll have company, I'm sure.
Honestly though, I just found this, ripped through the 1st Chapter & thought to m'self 'I'll pour a wee dram o' the water of life and settle in' -- much to my chagrin, there was only more chapter and me, with my appetite whetted for more .... ah well, there's always the wee dram & I can tuck in, if I can remember how to book mark this.
Ta, Cutter... G. Not to worry, Griz, Cutter will cast a few pearls before us swine then leave us hangin' for awhile. Just rest assured that his stuff is always worth the wait.
I recognise the MO; its not new to we swine
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Post by griz on May 6, 2021 7:32:17 GMT -6
Caution: Blatant story plug ahead. Griz, you're welcome to dive into Riches to Rags to Riches if you like. Volumes 1&2 are in the completed stories section. Volume 3 is still under construction in the as they are written section, if you haven't found them already. Either way, thank you for visiting my writing world. No plugs required; I read V1&2 as they were posted and was keeping up w/ V3 until a while ago when RL, like the unschooled puppy it is, started gobbling up what I thought of as my 'free time' like a chop that fell off the grill .....
When you get back to this, I'm sure there'll be a flock of us, waiting .....
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Post by papaof2 on Sept 8, 2023 20:24:13 GMT -6
BUMP!
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Post by cnk479 on Sept 9, 2023 5:41:00 GMT -6
Cutter, if you are out there I would love to see this one continue.
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Post by cutter on Sept 23, 2023 20:35:58 GMT -6
Actually, I'm trying to get another chapter written
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Post by cavsgt on Sept 23, 2023 20:42:33 GMT -6
All efforts are appreciated.
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Post by millwright on Sept 23, 2023 21:07:35 GMT -6
Same neighborhood as Patience always described.
Gotta be good stuff coming.
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Post by feralferret on Sept 23, 2023 23:39:02 GMT -6
Actually, I'm trying to get another chapter written That is greatly appreciated! Thank you.
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Post by cutter on Sept 24, 2023 8:10:12 GMT -6
Same neighborhood as Patience always described.
Gotta be good stuff coming.
I lived south of Corydon for 5 years, and will again sometime in the future. One of the reasons I was drawn to Patience's stories was that I recognized so much of the background in them. I knew he lived somewhere close. As I understand it he lived within about 20 miles on the other side of Corydon from me
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Post by cutter on Sept 24, 2023 19:47:09 GMT -6
Way short, but I wanted to at least post something...for y'all and me. Please, Enjoy. Chapter 3
(October 25, 1929, sitting room, reading the newspaper)
“…the carnage was terrific. Common laborers and tradesmen are destitute overnight, the stocks they bought on credit, not worth the paper their certificates are printed on…”
“Patrick, we’re ruined! All our money’s worth nothing! What will we do?”
“Easy, Lass. Our money’s worth more than it was yesterday. It’s those damn stocks that aren’t worth a drunken Welsh. We own a few hundred shares of U.S. Steel and that American Telephone and Telegraph stock that’s not worth much, but they’ll come back in time. We’ll just be a lettin’ ‘em sit in the safe and stew. We’ve got 200 head o’ cattle in the fields, with more calves a’ runnin’ with their mothers. There’s a good 40 pigs in the sty, with even more piglets. The silos are full o’ corn an’ beans. The potato bins are fair a’ burstin’. Our chickens are a’ makin’ near 10 dozen eggs a day. There’s enough firewood stacked to keep us and the hands warm for three years and only God can count high enough to make a reckonin’ o’ the cannin’ jars full o’ ever’ kinda food under the sun you and the hands’ wives ha’ put up. We got plenty kerosene put up and the bees are a’ makin’ honey an’ wax faster than we can put it in jars and turn it into candles. You got enough cloth, thread, and buttons to make ever’body on the farm a new suit o’ clothes ever’ week till Rapture. That’s not even countin’ all the things the hands and their families have put by. Me precious Alice, we’ll be alright.”
“It’s just such a fright, Patrick. Our friends, our neighbors! They might starve or freeze this winter!”
“If they do, it’s their own damn fault. I’ve never turned anyone in need away, if they’re willin’ to do a bit o’ work, and I’m not about to start now! Even if they won’t work, I send ‘em off with a loaf o’ bread. Our friends and neighbors are good, hard workin’ lads and lasses. We’ll all work together and get through this.”
“Does the army still want our cows and crops?”
“Aye, Lass. I just sent five more cows to ‘em on Monday, with another five to go next week. We’ll be a sendin’ a thousand pounds o’ potatoes and two hundred bushels o’ corn next week too. There be some hungry lads at the camp. I told ye, we’ll be alright. Mr. Lowery at the general store wants a keg o’ beans and twenty bushels o’ corn too.”
“How will he pay us if nobody’s buying his things?”
“It’s not got that bad yet. Most folks still have a bit o’ money right now. Even when a lot a folks don’t have money or a job, a lot of folks will still be a workin’ and havin’ a bit o’ money. The politicians will all be a schemin’ and up to all kinds o’ shenanigans to help them folks without, because they want votes to stay in office. They’ll not be a wantin’ ta lose them fine offices and big bankrolls and all that finery.”
“I just worry. I can’t stand thinkin’ of Little John bein’ hungry.”
“Alice, you are a knowin’ full well, when I set foot here, under the grand Lady Liberty, that I had two dollars, two suits o’ clothes, and nary a soul what cared if I lived or died. I made me way until I met you and look at us now! We got a good life here. I promise ye, Lass, we’ll not be a wantin’ for a roof over our heads, plenty to eat, nor clothes to wear; as long as I’m a livin’. The hands and their families won’t be a wantin’, neither. Have patience, Lass. We’ll get through this and things’ll get better.”
“Patrick, you’re hard headed as Hell, and I love you for it. I really think you can bring us through this.”
“I love you too, Lass; and we’ll be a doin’ it together. Why don’t ye’ put the leprechaun to bed and we sit out on the porch a bit. It’s a fine night and we could both use a drop. Who knows, maybe God’ll send us a star to wish on. Couldn’t hurt.”
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Post by cutter on Sept 24, 2023 19:54:23 GMT -6
Well, THAT was a fast thumbs up! Thank you. I needed that.
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Post by feralferret on Sept 24, 2023 20:46:00 GMT -6
Thank you, Cutter.
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Post by kiwibutterfly on Sept 25, 2023 1:56:42 GMT -6
Well, THAT was a fast thumbs up! Thank you. I needed that. Just like we all needed MOAR, many thanks
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Post by ydderf on Sept 25, 2023 12:54:45 GMT -6
Thanks Cutter! What do you feed your muse, perhaps we can help out with some muse food?
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Post by cutter on Nov 28, 2023 22:01:41 GMT -6
Patrick has been whispering to me in his beautiful, Irish brogue. Enjoy.
Chapter 4
(Williams farm, 1938)
“Sarah, We both ha’ these infernal telephone contraptions; don’t ya’ be hesitation’ to be a callin’ on us if ya’ need us.”
“Oh Patrick, I hate to impose.”
“Sarah, Dear, you won’t be imposing one bit! You and John were always so wonderful to us! Patrick’s always said you and John were always like a second mother and father to him, and you always treated me like family too. You call on us anytime and for any reason at all, or if you just want to chat. The two of you have done so much for us; let us help you if we can.”
(A tear rolls down Sarah’s cheek)
“Thank you, Alice. When John took sick with the tuberculosis, I didn’t know what we would do. Delbert knows how to run the farm, but he was only 14 when John passed. The hands didn’t respect him until Patrick came back for that spell as foreman and showed ‘em that he knew what he was doing. I’m in your debt.”
“Yer not in nobody’s debt! John treated me like a son ‘till the day he died, an’ you still do! Alice and I could ne’er be where we are without you an’ John! The Leprechan and wee Laidan ha’ soft beds and plenty ta’ eat a cause a’ tha’ start ya’ be a given’ us. Sarah, Yer not me dear ol’ Mum, but yer as good as. I’ll be a doin’ anythin’ to be a takin’ care o’ you an’ yer kin, You’ll not be a needin’ it no way, Delbert’s as fine a man as I ever met, as fine a man as John.”
“Sarah, he’s telling you the truth. Our hands weren’t like yours. John already had your farm when you married. He ran the farm and you ran the household. Patrick and I had to go it together. We both worked side by side with our hands from the day they were hired. Our little ones will grow up working the land, side by side with our hands. Little John already is.”
“Well, I appreciate it. If there’s any way I can ever repay you, I will. Is the army still going to buy our cows and crops?”
“Aye, Sarah. Them lads at Fort Knox are a’ eatin’ 10 cows, two hundred bushels o’ corn, and 1000 pounds o’ potatoes a month from each o’ us, and as much beans and corn as they can get from anywhere they can. They’re a wanton’ green beans and peas too, and as many other kinds o’ vegetables as they can get. They’re a wantin’ chickens an’ pigs an’ eggs too. I’m a growin’ our flock o’ chickens so we can sell some and some eggs to them lads, but I got ne’er an idea about how to raise pigs.”
“All you have to have for pigs is plenty of room with a good, strong fence around it. They eat fruits and vegetables, and scraps from the house and whatnot. They eat most anything we eat and do just fine. Corn, milk, and rice make em’ fat quick. What about fruit and nuts? You planted all those fruit trees. Didn’t you say you had some bad ground that wasn’t fit to plant that has blackberry bushes all over it? Would the army want any of that?”
“Sarah, that’s a fine idea! Patrick, we have a whole root cellar full of canned peaches and apples and pears. We’ve got enough peach, blackberry, and strawberry preserves to sink the SS Washington! Our hands have even more! We’re pourin’ milk out on the ground because we can’t use it all! Why don’t we get some pigs to feed it to, and start makin’ more butter? I bet those soldiers would be glad to have some fruit and sweet things and some butter for their biscuits!”
“That’s a fine idea! I’ll be a talkin’ ta Delbert about sendin’ Jimmy or one o’ yer hands to help us set up a pen fer pigs and buyin’ some so we can maybe have enough between us ta sell ta them fine lads. We might be a goin’ ta talk to ‘em too, ta’ see if they might be a wanton’ to buy some fresh fruit when we have it and canned when we don’t.”
“I’m sure he would be happy to help. It can only be good for both of us. What do you think of that man over in Germany, Hitler?”
“He’s a daehman, he is. I’m not a wantin’ us to get inta’ no more wars. He’s Europe’s problem, but if they don’t stop ‘im, he’ll be more trouble than a leprechaun with his pot o’ gold stole. Then we’ll get inta it. That won’t be nothin’ but bad fer America. If it comes ta that, we’ll be a sendin’ lots o’ lads away from home that won’t be a comin’ back. Ther’ll be lots o’ mommas an’ widas’ a shedin’ great rivers o’ tears.”
“I hope he minds his manners. So many boys died in the Great War. I hope we learned our lessons.”
“So do I, Lass; but people’s a mean lot. Oh, some’s good, but most’s greedy an’ hateful an’ ne’er wantin’ ta miss out on a good scrap. We’re not appreciation’ the value of a life, an’ some men ain’t ne’er happy ‘less they a huntin’ another man. I swear, me dear Sarah; we’ll be tha death o’ ourselves.”
“I just pray it don’t happen.”
“Aye lass, I’m a prayin’ for that too. Alice an’ I need ta be a gettin’ back. Are ya a needin’ anythin’ afore we go?”
“No, just to see you home safe. Don’t forget you wanted to talk to Delbert about some hogs before you go.”
“I’ll be back to be a talkin’ to him next week. There’s a Chinaman by name o’ Fong in Corydon I’m a wantin’ ta talk to first. Fare well, Sarah. Call us on that infernal telephone if ya need us.”
“Safe travels.”
(On the road to Corydon)
“Patrick, why do you want to talk to Mr. Fong?”
“He’s a Chinaman. They grow lots o’ rice there. I want to know if we can grow it here. If we can, I want to know how. I’m a wantin’ to know anything’ else he knows about growin’ food an’ raisin’ livestock too. I’ll be a payin’ him for anythin’ he shows me.”
“Patrick, you’re always so quick to be throwin’ money around!”
“We hae it, don’t we? Ya’ treat a man like a man, an’ he’ll be good ta ya’. Ya’ treat a man like a’ animal, an’ he’ll bite ya’ when ya’ not a lookin’! We treat folk well, an’ we prospered for it! I’ll not be a havin’ greed nor selfishness in me house! Thanks to God, hard work, an’ you, I went from a damn dirty Irishman, to a man respected in our pobal! Folk treat our family good at home, and I’ll not be a havin’ that change!”
“I just worry.”
“Well, you keep a worryin’, Lass; but don’t be a worryin’ about treatin’ anyone good. It’ll come back to us.”
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Post by kiwibutterfly on Nov 29, 2023 0:34:11 GMT -6
Thank you
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Post by feralferret on Nov 29, 2023 4:00:47 GMT -6
Cutter, thank you. Delighted to see that your muse has returned.
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Post by gipsy on Nov 29, 2023 9:59:19 GMT -6
Cool
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Post by techsar on Nov 29, 2023 21:59:01 GMT -6
So glad to see you picking this back up. It's too good a story to lay fallow!
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Post by cutter on Nov 30, 2023 8:33:17 GMT -6
Thank you! I'm trying to get this one and RTR going again.
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Post by CountryGuy on Dec 8, 2023 15:19:09 GMT -6
Really enjoying this Cutter, hope the Irish spirit stays with ya.
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