Memories of Old Josh, in: Dugout Canoe (Episode:#36)
Memories of Old Josh, in:
Dugout Canoe
((Episode: 36)(Series Four))
(1909) Old Josh and his neighbor, Toby Jackson, also a neighbor slave by Hightower’s plantation, called: TJ, for short (his mother being Lucy Jackson, born 1810; wife to Hank, born on the plantation, was sixteen-years old when Hank married her, in 1826, had their first child Toby, in 1826 also). In any case, at this time, Josh was 21-years old when Toby was born, but we really talking about the year, 1877, when Toby was 51-years old, and Josh, he was 72-years old. They had went to Hidden Creek (as they often did, when they were allowed to) to smoke some grass, took their dugout canoe they built together, and swung the canoe out into the midstream of the creek, and walked down the creek pulling the canoe by rope and muscle. Once they got into the lake area, they lazily lay back and fished, drank some corn whisky (Silas and Jordon, was remembering this, as they sat listening to the cricks, and the cow in the corral, mow, and a rat and cat fight it out); those were the days, thought Silas, as Jordon as Jordon picks up his banjo and plays it lightly.
Old Josh liked the creek, it led into the big lake, and he got to get his feet wit, cause he always had to tug that canoe down in that shallow water to get to it. They could have used the river, but they both were a tinge afraid they’d tip the canoe over.
This day, in the summer of 1877, they were on the lake, not many signs of life, a few birds crossing over, other than that, it was quiet. A few alligators were spotted off, and near the shoreline, absorbing the sun, reenergizing from the night. They fished for hours and hours, then as it became close to sundown, they had found a gravel bank, and made a fire, cooked the fish they caught, and had a feast.
Silas, now with his pipe in his mouth, drew in some smoke, then let it out slowly, put his hands on his stomach, rocked back his chair against the shack wall (Jordon asks Silas):
“How da heck pa ever steer dat dere canoe, half lit up wid dat corn whisky?”
“Dat dere lake ant but five feet deep, pa jes gits out of da boat and pushes it, after he aims it…! says Silas, adding, “and funny dat dere varmint never did get pa either.”
2-19-2008 (Written at Starbucks (at Circle), in Lima Peru)
Dugout Canoe
((Episode: 36)(Series Four))
(1909) Old Josh and his neighbor, Toby Jackson, also a neighbor slave by Hightower’s plantation, called: TJ, for short (his mother being Lucy Jackson, born 1810; wife to Hank, born on the plantation, was sixteen-years old when Hank married her, in 1826, had their first child Toby, in 1826 also). In any case, at this time, Josh was 21-years old when Toby was born, but we really talking about the year, 1877, when Toby was 51-years old, and Josh, he was 72-years old. They had went to Hidden Creek (as they often did, when they were allowed to) to smoke some grass, took their dugout canoe they built together, and swung the canoe out into the midstream of the creek, and walked down the creek pulling the canoe by rope and muscle. Once they got into the lake area, they lazily lay back and fished, drank some corn whisky (Silas and Jordon, was remembering this, as they sat listening to the cricks, and the cow in the corral, mow, and a rat and cat fight it out); those were the days, thought Silas, as Jordon as Jordon picks up his banjo and plays it lightly.
Old Josh liked the creek, it led into the big lake, and he got to get his feet wit, cause he always had to tug that canoe down in that shallow water to get to it. They could have used the river, but they both were a tinge afraid they’d tip the canoe over.
This day, in the summer of 1877, they were on the lake, not many signs of life, a few birds crossing over, other than that, it was quiet. A few alligators were spotted off, and near the shoreline, absorbing the sun, reenergizing from the night. They fished for hours and hours, then as it became close to sundown, they had found a gravel bank, and made a fire, cooked the fish they caught, and had a feast.
Silas, now with his pipe in his mouth, drew in some smoke, then let it out slowly, put his hands on his stomach, rocked back his chair against the shack wall (Jordon asks Silas):
“How da heck pa ever steer dat dere canoe, half lit up wid dat corn whisky?”
“Dat dere lake ant but five feet deep, pa jes gits out of da boat and pushes it, after he aims it…! says Silas, adding, “and funny dat dere varmint never did get pa either.”
2-19-2008 (Written at Starbucks (at Circle), in Lima Peru)
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