In the year of our Lord 2018 the tech became infected; the effect
was devastating. Some hung on to the new
ways that had gotten us to this point; others reverted. Reversion is how our little family
survived. Our area of this world is now
as old fashioned as it gets. We eat off
the land, survive by our wits. We take
no more than what we need (and we need little); the land will provide if you’re
kind to her. We now crave all things
simple. Music brings joy and with it
comes happiness.
Our family….
Well there is my wife and I; Lynn and Mae are our Christian names.
Ashley, our oldest, keeps food on the table while raising his little ones.
Christopher, our middle son, is the keeper of the
peace. Most are afraid of him (except for his wife) and cross the street if
they even see his shadow. He once stared
down a bear that just wet its fur and died at the mere sight of him (the bear
stew was good that winter). Michael, our youngest,
is the gambler, a trickster by trade; he makes his living off of other people’s
chances. He often leaves out of Vicksburg
on a gambling boat and is gone for months at a time. When he comes home, trouble often comes with
him and we have to defend our way of life.
Last time he brought home a wife, city gal. She don’t much cotton to our
music or way of life. Me? Well I run shine down to Alabam on occasion; mostly though I just live and get by. The way I see it all I got to do is wait until it’s time for more music and joy; if the hard times get in the way of that I just wait it out.
If you're ever up our way stop by and see us; just make sure
you holler a lot before ya get to the house. We might just shoot first and ask
who you was later. That’s how Uncle John
became tomato fertilizer last spring. He dropped by for a surprise visit and the surprise
was on him. But don’t let that stop you;
we would love to see you soon.
Bye NOW!
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