Old Josh, in Hightower's Death (Episode...#26)) Part I of II))
Old Josh, in Hightower’s Death (Episode…#26)) Part I of II))
(1880) When Hank discovered his father’s death he was motionless, stood erect over his father’s body which was on the bathroom floor, I should say, between the bedroom and the bedroom, it looked as if, as if he was trying to pull up his pants up, they were halfway up, when Hank found him, and seemingly, it looked like the old man had, or must had died from a stroke or heart attack, he leaned, Hank leaned, forward, for a moment, just a moment, his mind escaped his helpless body, like an eclipse (likened to the moon covering the sun for a moment, just a moment). He stood there for a time, it felt as if the morning was drawing on, moving forward without him, no expression found on his face, it was as if they (he and his father) were crossing the plantation fields, the four hundred square acres they owned, the Hightower family owned since the mid 1700s, and he said, “I reckon I better go and get help.”
He, Hank Hightower, had been in what some folks might call, or thought anyways, to be shock—for a short spell. He went down stairs and asked Granny Lula the cook, if she had a slice of bread, coffee and oatmeal, and sat in a chair in the kitchen against the wall. Granny said, “I git along all right wit yu Hank Hightower, but I ain’ heard you say nothin’ to me dis dey, is yu mad?”
That is how it was, the day Charles T. Hightower died. Hank was 55-years old then, thereabouts, and his father was 80-years old, born in 1800. Granny had been on the Hightower plantation a long time, perhaps over 35-years; no one knew her age exactly,
Nor would she tell, but she was several years older than Hank, and came from the Clayton’s plantation, where she had worked for several years prior to her arrival on the Hightower plantation. And when she had arrived there, she was perhaps the same age or older than when Josh, had arrived at the Hightower Plantation, and he was perhaps seven to ten years old back then.
2-15-2007
(1880) When Hank discovered his father’s death he was motionless, stood erect over his father’s body which was on the bathroom floor, I should say, between the bedroom and the bedroom, it looked as if, as if he was trying to pull up his pants up, they were halfway up, when Hank found him, and seemingly, it looked like the old man had, or must had died from a stroke or heart attack, he leaned, Hank leaned, forward, for a moment, just a moment, his mind escaped his helpless body, like an eclipse (likened to the moon covering the sun for a moment, just a moment). He stood there for a time, it felt as if the morning was drawing on, moving forward without him, no expression found on his face, it was as if they (he and his father) were crossing the plantation fields, the four hundred square acres they owned, the Hightower family owned since the mid 1700s, and he said, “I reckon I better go and get help.”
He, Hank Hightower, had been in what some folks might call, or thought anyways, to be shock—for a short spell. He went down stairs and asked Granny Lula the cook, if she had a slice of bread, coffee and oatmeal, and sat in a chair in the kitchen against the wall. Granny said, “I git along all right wit yu Hank Hightower, but I ain’ heard you say nothin’ to me dis dey, is yu mad?”
That is how it was, the day Charles T. Hightower died. Hank was 55-years old then, thereabouts, and his father was 80-years old, born in 1800. Granny had been on the Hightower plantation a long time, perhaps over 35-years; no one knew her age exactly,
Nor would she tell, but she was several years older than Hank, and came from the Clayton’s plantation, where she had worked for several years prior to her arrival on the Hightower plantation. And when she had arrived there, she was perhaps the same age or older than when Josh, had arrived at the Hightower Plantation, and he was perhaps seven to ten years old back then.
2-15-2007
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