Tag: clear creek
member name: Ron Jenkins
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September 06, 2007 11:01 PM EDT --
My ten-year-old ears heard him calling and I left the warmth of the coal stove in the four-room company house to step outside meeting the November night's cold breath. I closed the inside . . .
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April 24, 2009 12:41 AM EDT --
It was one of those old scarred up Formica tables. Chrome legs held it up. Not a single chair matched around it, but its top often found itself laden with good old Appalachian meals. Pork chops fried . . .
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July 09, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
I slammed the door again on my way out just to get my 11-year-old point across with some punctuation, and shoved my hands in the pockets of my striped bell-bottoms. Out in the yard, pocked with holes dug . . .
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June 18, 2009 12:04 AM EDT --
So, there I was sitting on an old anvil I bought at a flea market last Saturday. I find it comforting for some reason, and my hemmorhoids actually seem to be a lot better. I have the anvil in the front . . .
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September 27, 2009 03:03 PM EDT --
The rolling hills of Appalachia surrounded Clear Creek ringing it with a fenced fortress of oak, beech, maple, hickory and sassafras trees. From the back porch and looking upward, it was as if a mighty . . .
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September 04, 2007 03:06 AM EDT --
It was summer's last dying breath, before autumn's arrival to take command of a new season. A time when fat gray squirrels romped about signaling their presence with anxious barks and waving their . . .
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September 05, 2007 06:29 PM EDT --
The potato chip crunch of dried leaves under my feet, and the smell of hardwoods prepping themselves for winter slumber fill the late afternoon air. The sun lost its summer strength, and no amount of coaxing . . .
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July 26, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
The fiddler arrived in Clear Creek hanging to the back of the last empty train car that soon would be filled with more of the black diamonds deep in the earth. When the train slowed at a curve just . . .
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January 27, 2009 03:55 PM EST --
Many of you read the story, now you can listen to the audio version which includes wonderful artwork.
Enjoy it.
www.ronnierayjenkins.com
Where eggs are sometimes painted. . . .
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April 03, 2009 12:05 PM EDT --
Another day, another fraction of a cent. Here's the links for the series again, and stay tuned for the next installment. I've eaten some Sam-e in an omelet made from some very Incredible Edible . . .
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April 03, 2009 07:00 PM EDT --
So, that's what bullets sound like when they hit the water, I thought. I was mesmerized by the sound.
"Get down," Breedlove yelled, "And for chrissake, keep rowing."
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April 03, 2009 09:44 PM EDT --
The dark night set in with a deadly silence. The game of cat and mouse had begun for Breedlove and me. The ship was gaining in the night, and the only reason we knew it was...because the chugging motors . . .
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April 04, 2009 01:31 AM EDT --
I grow weary folks, I put up quite a bit of Finding the Lagopians on here today. For those of you who don't know what is going on, (and there are a lot of you on here,) I've been writing live . . .
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March 09, 2009 12:59 PM EDT --
It was a long stretching line of people for such a small town, I thought. A skinny man standing underneath the dangling orange and blue sign of the brick building housing the . . .
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April 02, 2009 02:18 PM EDT --
Due to popular demand, the Official Kilgore Trout of Gather is giving you an opportunity of a lifetime, sort of like Mr. Haney on Green Acres. Tens of thousands of people across the globe have asked me . . .
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