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BOOK 2
A DRINK WITH THE DEACON.
1921
We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another.
Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no more than an unpainted shack. It must have been painted once since there were still white bits clinging inside the grain of the wood here and there. I couldn’t for the life of me remember anything, but weathered gray boards.
I followed Bobby and Lucy into the house. We silently found seats around the stove in the living room. The fire was still burning, it had been built that morning before the funeral. Bobby added another split piece of firewood before anyone did or said anything.
We sat about in our own thoughts for a while. In my case, the thoughts were of my mother, who we had just laid to rest, and my relationship to her. The term, laid to rest, made me choke back tears. It would be the first rest she had ever known. Momma had worked right up till the stroke took her.
No matter what Bobby said, he and Lucy had not taken care of momma those last years. I knew for a fact that she had helped around the place right till the last moment. I expected to hear their version at any moment. It would have to do with what would happen to the dirt. That is what my daddy had called it when he was alive. The dirt that his father had bought with his ill gotten gain. If daddy had gotten all of it, we would have been rich. It was too bad that Grand Pappy Deacon had been so prolific. The old man had nine head of children and all of them save one were boys. Grand pappy hadn’t much liked any of his kids, so they shared the place equally.
‘So Eddie what you gonna do now?’ Bobby tried to make it a light question but under the circumstances it came out differently. He wanted to know what I was going to do about my share of the dirt. The farm had barely supported one family, half of it would never support a family.
‘Well Bobby, I don’t know what I am going to do right now.’ I wanted to leave my options open. Farming wasn’t one of them though. I could have told him that and eased his mind. It was pure perversity that stopped me.
‘Well Eddie, we need to know something about the farm. Bobby and I took care of your mother these last two years while you was gone.’ It was Lucy who spoke. I had expected it to come from her.
‘Lucy there are two things wrong with that, if you are trying to make me feel guilty. I was not on vacation, I was in the Army. Secondly, most of that time I was in a hole with some other poor soldier, in a different color coat, trying to shoot my ass off. So don’t even try to make me feel guilty. As for Ma, it is my understanding she ran this house while you were working at the diner. So, I don’t think there was all that much taking care of her involved.’ Lucy looked as though she wanted to argue, but Bobby caught her eye and shook his head.
‘So, I guess you want your share of the place?’ Bobby asked it with his eyes on the stove.
‘Bobby, I want what I am entitled to. You just got paid for this year’s tobacco crop. I will sign the farm over to you for the old T model in the yard. I also want three acres of land at the corner where our road meets the country road. I want that stand of trees there, and that Bobby is all I want.’
‘You can’t expect us to give you the car?’ It was Lucy. Lucy had turned into a real shrew.
‘Shut up Lucy,’ Bobby said it nice and quiet. ‘Eddie you got a lot more coming you worked this place just like me.’
‘I know Bobby, but I never liked farming. I want to know I got a place to come home to, otherwise you could have it all.’
‘It is a reasonable amount brother.’ With those words, Bobby went into the kitchen to get a piece of paper. The paper came from a writing tablet Ma kept there. Bobby wrote the agreement, and I signed it. I just about half expected Lucy to ask me to leave at that moment.
‘So how long you gonna be staying?’ Since it was Bobby who asked, I took it as just that the harmless question he intended it to be.
‘I got to go back to Fort Dix to get my discharge then I will be through with the army. I have to be back there Friday. If I am gonna’ drive the T, I should get started first thing tomorrow.
‘You got any money for the trip back?’ I saw Lucy glare at her husband.
‘I am fine Bobby. There is lots of pay I didn’t spend in France.’ I really didn’t need his money even thought it was half mine. Lucy couldn’t get that through her head. She felt as though Bobby had offered me her money.
‘You know that old T is worn slap out? You could buy a new one?’ Bobby asked it still looking at the fire in the stove.
‘Well you need a new car Bobby, and you got a little money now so get one. I can make the T get me back to New Jersey.’
‘That’s five hundred miles Eddie. That car ain’t never gonna’ make it there let alone back here again.’
‘It only has to make it there Bobby. I won’t be coming back here for a while.’ I figured he had already guessed it. He probably just wanted me to confirm it for him.
‘You know you are always welcome here Eddie?’ I wondered if he really believed that.
‘This is not the best day, but I am going to head into town to get some parts to tune up the T.’ I left the two of them talking as I drove from the yard. I was sure they were celebrating and deciding what kind of car they would buy with my share of the harvest money. It didn’t matter none to me, I sure as hell didn’t want to be no damn farmer.
I had been gone longer than Lucy claimed she took care of Ma. I had been gone since I was seventeen. I went into the Army just in time for the last year of the war in France. For some reason, known only to the U.S. Army, I got held in France for two more years. Most of the troops got home in 1918, I got home in 1920. I got home on leave one time before Ma died. I should have gotten home more, but it was a long miserable trip by bus.
On the drive into town I gave some more thought to signing over one more time, but decided against it. I might as well get back out into the cold cruel world again. It was going to be very cold and very cruel without a home or family as a safety net.
‘Eddie, I saw you at the funeral this morning, I wanted to speak, but I didn’t know what to say.’ The woman who spoke was attractive enough in that country-girl kind of way. I have always associated freckles with the country.
‘Thanks Missy, it is okay I wouldn’t have known what to say either. So how you doing?’ I hadn’t thought of Missy in ages.
‘I am good Eddie. You surely are handsome in your soldier suit.’ She blurted it out before she lost her courage I suppose.
‘Thank you, I should let you wear it then.’ I grinned at her.
‘Are you gonna’ stay around?’ She looked away. Missy was still as shy as ever.
‘No Missy, I am leaving tomorrow. I have to get back.’
‘Well Eddie, I was sorry about your Ma. She was a wonderful woman.’
‘Thanks Missy,’ I didn’t know what else to say. Obviously She didn’t either because she turned, then walked away. She did manage a confused goodbye as she turned her back on me.
Inside the store I picked up the turn up kit for the T. I also found a canvas tarp and a can of wax. I didn’t have to stand in line to pay. I was in fact the only customer in the place.
‘So Eddie, I was real sorry about your Ma.’ The man behind the counter spoke softly. I don’t suppose it would do for anyone to know he had feelings. The might, try to take advantage of it.
‘I see you still got the highest prices in the county Mr. Williams.’ I smiled but he must have known how I felt about him gouging my family.
‘Yes my prices are high Eddie, but I give credit when most folks won’t.’ It all e
vens out.
‘Not hardly it don’t, I sure hope Bobby never loses our place to you. I surely would take it personal.’
‘That will be two dollars and fifty cents.’ Williams did not want a scene even though it was just me and him in the store. More likely he just didn’t want me to kick his ass.
I put the correct change on the counter then walked through the door. When I was outside, I realized that I should have bought a case of oil from him. The T would go through most of a case before getting to the post. Didn’t matter none, I figured Bobby had some oil around the place I could use it to get to the next town anyway.
In the barn the next morning I put in the plugs and the distributor parts before I cleaned the truck up. Even if I bundled up, I knew I was going to be cold for the next few days. The roads weren’t much good so the drive was going to be long and arduous.
In preparation for the trip, I took one of Grandma’s old quilts into the barn. I rolled it with the canvas tarp. I hoped that I could use them both along with my great coat to stay warm and dry during the trip. I figured if it rained I would just stop the truck until it ended. I expected I had more to fear from snow than rain.
I slept poorly the night before I left home for that last time. It had a lot to do with disliking the idea of not having a safe harbor. I felt my new found orphan status deeply. The Army could be my new home, but I just didn’t see me ever again in the order taking mood. It was time to move on, but to what I didn’t know. I expect that ‘unknown’ also had a hand in my sleepless night.
I awoke before sun up with a strong desire to be on the road. If the lights on the T had been any good at all, I might have started the trip by slipping onto the county road then onto highway 1 headed north. Instead I dressed quietly then moved off to the T. I drove it out to the country road then into town. The main street through town was highway 1 but I pulled onto a smaller street one block off main. I parked in the dirt lot of the only cafe in town.
I ate as large a breakfast as I could, since I hoped to make a lot of miles before I stopped again. I hoped to get at least into Maryland by nightfall. It would take a lot of driving to make it I knew. Not only were the roads treacherous but the car was not all that reliable. It was a gamble but I expected the Ford to make it all the way to New Jersey.
‘Eddie what brings you in so early?’ the waitress asked as she cleared away my plate after refilling my coffee cup.
‘Going back to the post,’ I replied.
‘Not much here for the boys who were in France. Tommy Smith is the only one who went to France that came back here to live. Most of them moved to Richmond or Washington.’
‘Well, I don’t think I will be headed to Washington to live. I passed through it on the train. It is pretty dirty up there. Don’t seem to be much clean air to breath.’
‘So you gonna stay in the Army hon?’ The waitress wasn’t too much older than me.
‘I don’t think so. I thought I might try my luck in Ohio. I got a buddy from Cincinnati. He offered me a job up there working with him.’
‘So what you gonna be doing?’ The woman had really bad teeth I noticed them when she smiled at me.
‘He and his dad own a construction company. I might give that a try for a while.’
‘Eddie, you headed back up north?’ The voice belonged to Everett Phelps.
‘Yep Ev, just as soon as I finish this here coffee.’
Without asking Everett took a seat across from me. I knew him because he and my Dad have been friends.
‘Did I ever tell you I knowed your grandpappy?’ He looked as though he actually wanted an answer.
‘No, but I figured you did. You and my dad were friends since you was kids.’
‘Yep, we played together most all our lives. Your grandpapy Deacon had the biggest farm in the county. He also had a passel of kids.’
‘Yeah nine, that we know of. Not sure if there are any more or not. Deacon was a rounder.’
‘Yep, he was that. You grandma never even tried to control him.’
‘Well Ev, I really would like to stay and talk but the sun is up now and I need to be on the move.’ I really wanted to get away from him.
‘Did you ever read your grandpappy’s book?’ He wasn’t going to let me go.
‘What book?’ I had no idea what he was talking about.
‘I didn’t think so. Your aunt Ruth has it. You ought to read it before you leave town.’
‘I don’t have time now Ev. I will read it the next time I get home.’
‘I expect Ruth will let you take it with you. Why don’t you stop by her place. It is on the way out of town.’
‘Why you so hot for me to read his book Ev?’ I asked it suspiciously.
‘Cause, wasn’t none of his boys man enough to be like him. I expect you are though. Heard about the medals you won in France. You really should read that book.’
‘Okay, you got me curious I will stop by for it.’ I said it as I stood to leave. I couldn’t believe food was so much less expensive in Blacksboro Virginia. The same bacon and eggs outside the base in New Jersey would have been a quarter. The better meal at home was only fifteen cents. I left Ev and my money at the table. I also left the warm cafe to re-enter the cold morning
As Ev had said I had to pass Aunt Ruth’s house on the way out of town. I actually passed the house before I noticed the kitchen light. I almost didn’t turn around. I did only because I knew the book would haunt me. Grandpappy had always been a fierce figure in my mind. I still wondered what Ev had meant by his cryptic remarks.
Aunt Ruth lived in a gray house. The house wasn’t painted gray it had weathered that color. I parked the T in the front yard, then walked to the rear. I knocked on the rear door. I tried to keep the knock down, so as not to wake everyone who might be visiting.
‘Eddie, what you a doing here?’ Aunt Ruth asked in her unique voice. The voice was a mixture of southern drawl and honey.
‘I am leaving town to day. Have to get back.’ I said it hoping she would overlook the fact that I hadn’t been around to see her.
‘You want to come in? I got some grits on the stove.’ She looked hopeful. I don’t guess she got much company.
‘Sure,’ I said walking through the old door. ‘I ate at the diner though.’ I seated myself at her metal kitchen table. The top of the table was covered with linoleum
‘So Eddie, you gonna’ make a career of the Army?’ she asked it smiling at me. Aunt Ruth had been one of the prettiest women in town, or so my father had said once. She looked that morning as though she might have been at that. Even without her usual make up she had a pleasant enough matronly look. She had never married but according to town lore she slept with almost every man in town. It was whispered that there might have been a woman or two in the mix.
‘No ma’am, I am going to resign my commission when I get back. I should be out in a couple of weeks. The Army wants to shrink its officer staff, so I should be out very soon.’
‘Good, then you will be coming home?’ I could see there was a light in her eyes even at her age. Forty seemed old to me at that time. By forty my mother and father were both dead. Of course it was just bad luck I was told.
‘It is a shame about your Ma Eddie. Following so close after your dad. Seems this generation is dying off way too fast. When Daddy died, seems like everyone of the boys just followed along. I expect we are paying for the old man’s sins.’ Far from looking sad or angry Aunt Ruth looked whimsical.
‘I don’t know about that,, but it does seem odd the number of accidents in this family. You are the only one of his nine children still alive.’ I smiled sadly at her.
‘Hell, I wouldn’t count on me dying anytime soon. I am the most like daddy. I expect I will live forever, or damn close to it.’
‘I’ll drink to that.’ I raised my cup of coffee in a toast.
‘If it was
n’t so early, I would give you a real drink. I got a little hooch.’ She grinned at the thought of her corn liquor resting safely in a canning jar in the cabinet.
‘It is a little early even for me.’ I looked at the table. I was enjoying the conversation. I actually hated to leave, but I knew I had to be on the road. It was going to be a long trip.
‘So Eddie, what really brings you here at 7A.M.?’ Aunt Ruth had not been fooled. I could imagine it had been a long time since any man had fooled her.
‘Frankly Aunt Ruth, I came to see if you would let me borrow Grand Daddy’s book.’ I expected I was going to have to explain how I knew about it.
‘Sure, you have to promise to return it one day. If not in person at least mail it back. Daddy insisted I keep it.’ Aunt Ruth left the warm kitchen. I was pretty sure the remainder of her house was cold.
When she walked through the door upon her return, I noticed her body. I had known as a teenager that she possessed a very nice body. Thin where a woman should be thin, thick where a woman should be thick. I was glad to see that at forty she still had the body. I noticed her breasts seemed to hang down, instead of pointing out, otherwise her body was exactly as I remembered it.
In her hand she held a leather bound book. It wasn’t the size of a book exactly. It was more the size of a ledger. ‘So this is it.’ I flipped the book open carefully. It began, ‘My job on the cattle drive was simple.’ I wanted to read more, but I knew I needed to be on the road. ‘Aunt Ruth, I will get this back to you in a week or two.’
‘See that you do Eddie.’ She had gotten deadly serious. ‘I am the keeper of that book.’
I nodded as I stood to leave. When I got to the door, I turned to say goodbye. Aunt Ruth was standing close to me. She pulled me to her then kissed me. It was not the kiss an aunt would ordinarily give to her nephew. Aunt Ruth earned her colorful reputation it seemed.
‘Just so you remember your Aunt.’ She said it with a giggle.
Even though she was at least twice my age, I was tempted to stay. Hell, I would have stayed had she not pushed me out the door. I cranked up the old T then started off down the road, but only after I had carefully wrapped the Deacon’s book. I had never thought of him as grandfather. I finally realized that he had always been the Deacon to me. I wondered about that as I drove along the road out of town.
The drive took on a boring feel within an hour. There were lots of things to see, but it was going to be a long slow trip. I hoped to average twenty-five to thirty miles per hour. That would make it a two or two and a half day trip. I did not plan to drive all night. The T had terrible headlights.
I stopped later in the morning to purchase a loaf of unsliced bread along with a small baloney. I used my trench knife to slice both. The drive occupied my body but not my mind. I spend most of the time working on one plan after another. I just couldn’t get enthused over any of them.
That first day passed with about three hundred miles behind me. Those miles carried me through many small towns. A few of the towns were large enough to have stop lights. Most were no more than a few frame buildings on a slightly better than dirt road.
I pulled into a small Maryland town just before dark. I stopped at what appeared to be the Town Hall. It turned out to be the county courthouse, and included in it were two jail cells.
‘Hello there Deputy, My name is Edward Burke. I am in route to Fort Dix New Jersey.’ I paused to allow him to speak.
‘Well Captain Burke, what can I do for you?’ He evidently had either been in the Army or knew something about it. He at least got the rank right.
‘Frankly deputy, I am looking for a place to sleep tonight. I have a T model truck and a blanket roll. I just need a spot that won’t get me shot by a farmer.’ I said it with a grin.
‘Well, if you got a blanket roll, you could sleep in one of the cells. That is if we don’t have to lock nobody up. We don’t usually, so you would be pretty comfortable I expect.
‘Are you sure?’ I asked it because I hadn’t expected such hospitality.
‘Well, just keep reminding me to leave the door open.’ He grinned showing me a space where his front two teeth should have been.
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