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Far away, there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
~Louisa May Alcott
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I love this story! Instead of a tear-jerker today, I'm sharing a delightful, lighthearted look down memory lane for a girl who was the Sheriff of Chilton County.
"The Sheriff of Chilton County"
by Janet Lee Yates
Some of my finest memories were spent at my Papaw and Nanny's home in the country. During the school year my sister and I occasionally spent the weekend there, but summertime meant a whole week at one time. I had quite an imagination back then, fueled by my love of horses and watching way too many westerns. My Papaw kept a pony for me and the poor little fellow didn't get a rest from sunup till sundown if I was visiting. God rest his little soul.
Naturally since I was a tomboy with a pony to boot, I pretended I was the Sheriff. My sister, a little more girlie than myself, pretended she was my wife. Our "home" was the first bedroom off the kitchen, where my sister spent most of her time playing with her dolls. The Sheriff's office consisted of the screened-in back porch and any lawbreakers I captured were jailed in the bathroom at the far end of the porch. Early every morning I would go catch my little black pony, saddle him up, then tie him under the trees behind the house. My sister and I would pretend to wake up and she would cook my breakfast while I pretended to shave. Then I would kiss her cheek, put my hat on and swagger out the back door, ready to wipe out crime.
I spent a lot of time searching for tracks and if I found any I would pull my pony up short. Looking around, I made sure I was safe before I dismounted and analyzed the track. I would gaze off in the distance Clint Eastwood-like and point my finger in the direction I figured the criminal took. Quickly mounting, I would gallop off and catch the criminal just in time for lunch.
The whole town came out to watch as I lead him in on the back of my pony. My wife and I would then eat in the restaurant graciously provided by my dear Nanny. Looking back, I realize those were some of the best times of my life. The world of pretend. And of course the indulgences of a couple of great grandparents. But then again, they didn't have much choice in the matter, after all, I was the Sheriff.
I thoroughly enjoy writing poems, but lately I have been writing a few stories of things that have inspired me. I love making cards on the computer and giving them a special touch. I enjoy making people smile.
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The Letter Box:
Dear Seema,
This was just a lovely little writing concerning your grandma. I can see from it that she was a very special, special person who had great influence in your life and the young woman you have become. I'm sure she is very proud and happy about the fine person you are and knowing that she had a hand in helping you get there. When our sons lost their beloved grandma, it was the worst day they had ever experienced in their young lives. One was just barely in High School and the other in Jr. High. She was the only grandma they ever knew, and they loved her dearly and miss her still, even these several years later. Their grandma meant the world to them. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. I hope to read more of your work soon.
Sincerely, linda Carlson
elsiec@netins.netp.s... joyce, I am praying for your sister nancy..
and since I didn't get to it yesterday... I just want to thank Jeremy for his very welcome piece and commend him on a wonderful talent that is both inspirational and insightful . I am hoping to hear much more from this very gifted young writer.
Seema,
Thank you for sharing your tender and moving poem in your grandmother's voice. Such murmurings of the heart help to water the soul. God bless you and thank you! Blessings, meg
DearSeema,
What a beautiful poem - and for such a young writer! You have a gift, my dear, and I hope to see you writing more often.
Sincerely,
Michael
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