Opossum’s wandered in front of car lights at night, (never knew there was an ’0′ in that name till years later) and raccoons. We called em’ coons, and they thrived and romped in the woods. The Dicky’s Coon dogs, loved to ‘Tree em.’ Ground hogs popped up in the gardens and often got shot by my bros, Glenn or Jerry, and got cooked for supper. Man, did they have a rank odor, when simmering in the oven. I’ll never forget that smell. The meat was really tough, too. In the spring there was a symphony of music coming from the thousands of frogs down below the log house. Crickets made awesome music at night, along with whip-or-wills, screech owls, and hoot owls. Lightening bugs lit up the landscape in the early summer evenings. Jerry and I used to take a baseball bat to see how many we could chase around the yard and hit, in one evening. I also liked to catch them and put them in an atlas-canning jar with holes in the lid. After I had a whole bunch, I’d go to bed at night, say my usual prayer, and put my head under the covers and watch them light up my, “under cover” world. The prayer was always the same. “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul you’ll keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul you’ll take. Dear God, please don’t let mommy and daddy die, and don’t let the house burn down.” An occasional deer ran across the road and into the woods. They leaped over fences with an awesome grace, and, they were fast. They were really sought after for eating too, in season or out. Raccoons scurried up trees at night and were sometimes chased by barking’ coon dogs, especially, Delmos Dickey’s big brother Charles’s dogs. It was like living in a thriving zoo, with so many beautiful God-created night sounds, all from living things in nature. Dry Run trickled by with awesome sounds at night. However, I soon blocked out and deadened the beauty of the night sounds, along with the trickling water of Dry Run that came down beside our house, and took for granted the awesome beauty. However, today, I can see it, in the mind, like it just happened.
Excerpt from, ‘Wickwire Creek, the Long Journey Out.’ written 12 to 15 years ago
12 to 15 years later: Overwhelming gratitude, authentic feelings of gratitude to my immediate family, deceased parents, living and deceased brothers, and all relatives who have come before, and since. Co-dreaming my journey with God, as each of us have the power to do. This is a glorious awakening. I focus my whole being on Gratitude, giving love, sharing, and honoring Divine Source. I try to do what creates the greatest good of all, and for all… That is a Divinely blessed Journey! Noble Hartsell Turner 9/28/2012