Prelude to blog-post No. "2000"!
Country-music cadenced-heart! (Day 1 of 2)
Innocence seems a God-send for-youth, a time to-grow! Hmm!
"Scamper" sat on the rough-hewn porch of the mountain-meadow
cabin enjoying a slice of watermelon freshly "liberated" from old-
man Wilken's vegetable-garden just yonder, across the-creek. Yum!
He spied the angry-neighbor shaking his clutched-fist toward the dog-
trot home where the boy blatantly ravaged the sweet red-treat. Ha!
The old-man would never catch the fleet-Scamper; he had earned
his "tag" from his agility a-foot and his speedy lightning-flash!
When he finished the illicit-contraband, the 12 year-old tossed
the-rind into the-yard for the chickens to assault; they loved-it!
Wiping his lips on the front-bib of his overalls, he waved to the
insulted-neighbor and reached for his prized-guitar! Strum!-Strum!
To taunt the old-man across the-way, Scamper "picked" a-lively
tempo-cadence of "When the saints come marchin'-in..." Amen!
Kissin'-Cousin Irma had taught the-youth her "trinity-of-chords" on
the guitar Scamper had saved for four years to-buy doing odd-jobs
at McClendon's General store down the valley in the little country-
town two-miles away; he rode Pappy's mule to his job where the kindly
proprietor found "work" for the likable-boy sweeping the floor of the
store and the wide front-porch, dusting stock and keeping the-product
in neat-order on the shelves and occasionally making local-deliveries.
For his "services", the-boss paid Scamper a-nickel a-week and, on-
Saturday, a "free" candy-stick of the-boy's choosing. It took the-youth a full
2-years to garner $3.25 so he could have McClendon order the coveted
instrument; he'd suffered a setback when only 6-months into the project
his dear-old Pappy hurt his leg in the coal-mine and lost 2 -weeks pay, the-
boy had given his horded-savings to his Mother for food and bills. WOW!
Disappointment overcame Scamper when the guitar finally arrived, all his
clumsy-fingers could coax from the hard-strings was an atrocious-noise! Ow!
His Uncle-Billy could serenade the "delicious" off fried-chicken; Scamper
thought the rosin-dust was "smoke" caused by his awesome-playing! Hmm!
Cousin-Irma squeaked the violin, a-little! She liked to-"fiddle", sort-of, but
preferred the six-strings of the-guitar; she could make it-sing! Bravo!
Irma heard of Scamper's disappointment and came to his-rescue. She
stood behind the-boy and showed him how to finger the-strings for
the three major chords while snuggling against the-youth helping him
hold the-pick setting a rhythm for strumming the steel-bands. Cadence!
Scamper enjoyed the "close-up" and personal lessons; Cousin-Irma
enveloped the boy with her ample size; he liked her warmth and the
soft-touch of her feminine-body; she smelled like Ivory-soap but the-
boy fantasized the fragrance of mountain-laurel in summer-bloom!
Irma became his 1st-love; he learned to play the guitar, too! Hmm!
Scamper had a "rhyme"-knack and wrote lyrics for his music. Wow!
Irma moved on; married a "coal-miner", had 9-kids! Splendid!
Scamper moseyed on-up to Bristol and recorded -record! A-hit!
He moved his Momma to Nashville and bought a huge-home! Ahh!
(My tale and characters are fictional; tomorrow's post is his country-song.)
Amen!
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