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There
was a subtle chill throughout that early Saturday morning as I entered The
Flat Rock Store. Slim had not yet started a fire in The Store’s old
potbellied heater to offer some slight warmth. Actual he was a settin’
over behind the counter in his old recliner, readin’ a sixty’s
somethin’ Sears and Roebuck catalog. He offered me up a good mornin’
"howdy," but never gandered up from his catalog page scannin’.
Bein’ the only other person present, I offered up a return
"howdy" as I moved past Slim toward a nail keg seat in the rear
of The Store. Then shortly Slim stood up from behind the counter and
commented that compared to the general poor cotton, corn, soybean, even
hay and pasture crops there appeared to be a really heavy persimmon crop
this fall. Slim further commented that "Truth" had brung him a
poke of nice ripe persimmons and he was in hopes Essex would bake up a
special, from scratch, homemade persimmon cake.
Just
as I had settled into my nail keg seat, in walked "Truth" and
Estelle with some breakfast cookin’ for Slim. Course Slim offered to
share with me but I had already had myself a homemade breakfast omelet
before headin’ down to The Store. Estelle noted the white butcher paper
and red marker ink with the "Thanks Again" Thanksgiving message
along the rear wall behind the old potbellied heater. Most near all The
Store regulars and a few other community and area Flat Rock folk had added
their own personal individual writin’ concernin’ two thousand ought
seven blessings.
About
this moment Essex walked in, she remarked about the light crowd gathered
and offered in her guessin’ most folk were out "Yard Sellin’"
on this beautiful fall Saturday mornin’.
Bro.
followed close behind her, holdin’ an arm full of flyers, took the floor
and commented about the "Thanks Again" message board. He then
started passin’ out the flyers concern’ the ought seven Thanksgiving
eatin’ down to the Baptist church on the Tuesday night shy of
Thanksgiving, for all community and area Flat Rock folk to enjoy.
Bro.’s
Baptist Thanksgiving flyer held its own "Thanks Again" message—
THANKS
AGAIN!!!
AS YOU PROVIDE FOOD AND CLOTHING…
YES, FOR THE HOUSE WE LIVE IN…
THANKS AGAIN!!!
WHEN I AM
SICK YOU HELP ME TO MEND…
THE ANSWERS TO MY PRAYERS YOU SEND…
THANKS AGAIN!!!
FOR MY
OPPORTUNITY TO EXPERIENCE
FARM/RURAL LIFE FIRST HAND…
WHERE I AM AT AND WHERE I HAVE BEEN…
THANKS AGAIN!!!
EVEN AS I
DESCEND THE DEER STAND…
THANKS AGAIN!!!
FOR YOUR
DAILY GUIDANCE
AND PROTECTIVE HAND…
FROM MY HEART…
IT IS WITH SINCERITY THAT I SAY;
THANKS AGAIN!!!
Slim
was standin’ and a gandered out the window as he noted "crowds a
comin’." At this moment several of The Store regulars and some
other community and area Flat Rock folk moved through The Store’s old
double front doors. Most near each one was a carrin’ some type prize
winnin’ "Yard Sale Bargain." "Hatch" had a heavy
smile as he entered a holdin’ the semblance of a fishin’ rod and reel
and brightly commented "five bucks" —- "I believe I can
untangle and fix her like new."
At
this point I headed out of The Store to my pick-up just a hopin’ I could
still wonder up on my very own "Yard Sale Bargain."
I
do wish a special blessed Thanksgiving to each of you and your families.
Take time to say "Thanks Again," enjoy the beautiful fall
weather and continue to pray for rain. Possible even try "Yard Sellin’."
You will come on some nice folks and maybe even a true bargain, just like
"Hatch." |
