Smith Hill Chronicles
As a teenager, I went for several consecutive summers to the Methodist Church Youth Camps at “Epworth By The Sea” on Saint Simons Island Georgia. This is a wondrous place, of huge Live Oaks draping themselves across sweeping green lawns.
That first year,(I must have been 14) the Preacher of our Church, Br. Rudolf Dixon drove a group of us down and spent several days, if not the whole time (about a week) with us. It was all so new, so different.…
I would frequently go missing from group activities, because I was walking around, exploring; the “Tabby House” (a restored slave cottage with tabby walls 3 feet thick); the “Lovely Lane Chapel” (my favorite). This was a small wooden church with high, soaring interior spaces, of open beams, dark finished wood all around, and stained glass windows. To me then, it felt huge. I felt compelled to whisper in this place. There was an ‘aura’ of sanctity.
When Br. Rudolf dropped me back at my Daddy’s shop upon our return, he pulled my Daddy aside, and told him about how I would leave the groups and wander off by myself; he was concerned that I may have some problem, some “disorder”.
Funny how adults don’t think kids can hear things like that.
The river, so dark and cool
Holds the secret of my love,
As the River flows,
So, my life, to the end,
And as my life, so my love,
As the moon filters through the leaves,
Dappling the leafy floor,
No one is there to see.
My love falls Blindly on your ears
Surprised, you flee
As a deer in the woods,
I am left alone in the cool,
Warning! This was written as a sort of "Catharsis" for me. It is very painful to read. Please, don't think less of me...
I killed my cat
Tripper was a special cat. He came to me out of the woods behind my house in the country outside Claxton Ga. I heard the sounds of a cat crying, and called and coaxed until he hesitantly came to me. He was a yellow Tabby with blue, slightly crossed eyes, and he had SIX TOES on both his front feet! Hence the name, Tripper, since it looked like he would “trip” over those extra toes. The Vet said it was called being “Polydactyl”. I like that.
Tripper was very laid back, and took a long time to fully warm up to me, which in itself was very strange, as I am a “cat person” and cats always love me quickly. Tripper became part of my “family” along with “Smokey” a large, solid gray cat I had had for several years. Smokey was neutered; Tripper was not.
His arrival was during the onset of my downward spiral in life. I was drinking more and more, and spending just about everything on drugs.
I attended a circus today, a circus at the Nursing Home.
I went to pick up on the second day of this months weights and Vitals but at 8AM, a patient was waiting to leave with transport to a Dr. appt. and needed an escort. They pulled me into doing this, and I was glad to go as I need the hours.
The Transport guys were already going out the door when I came down the hall, so I hurriedly looked at the calendar for the info on where/what/when we were supposed to be going to. All that was there was the name of the nearby Hospital, it's address and the Dr. Name and phone number.
I called the number and the recording said that the Dr.'s office didn't open 'till 9: it was now 8:10.
My patient, (normally in a wheelchair) for some reason the transport guys had put on a stretcher, so I'm thinking, we're going to be waiting around a Dr. waiting room for nearly an hour with this guy on a stretcher. But then I thought no, the transport guys can't wait and they will take the stretcher. But no, that can't be right...
By Jerry E Smith
My Soul is a Unique Flower
That God has planted
and cultivated all my life
Parts of it have died and shed off;
Others have sickened and grown well again
According to His will.
I don't need anyone to tell me
That I must prune off the
Parts of my flower which
Don't resemble theirs.I can make MYSELF sick
and even die...But, God is the Gardener
and He is there to help me,
And, with His help, I will grow
And change everyday into something
New and wonderful-
Something which the world
May never have seen before
And may never see again...So, love me and enjoy me while
you can-Today and tomorrow
are between God and Me
About the author:
I write poetry, which I hope is inspirational.
I am also a working musician, in that I am an old guy who is still making money working and playing music.
I've been playing now for 51 yrs
These days I mainly play for older folks in Nursing Home, Assisted Living and Retirement Communities, plus the occasional party or wedding.