The Old Water Well

Chapter 1

The old water well

Chapter 1

I sat in my rocking chair swinging back and forth reading my favorite book, Swiss family ugh...... Ugh... I forgot the rest. I tend to forget a lot. The creaking of the old water well made it's noisily sound as people past on the way home from the old school house. It was 1934 and times were tough. I lost my job at the carriage company. Financially I had nothing. We couldn't afford most foods so we ate taters' I grew in the garden. Mr. Roberts often brought over some corn he grew in the field. We lived of the water from the ole' well in the front patch of Black grass we had had. See, our grass was torched from the cigs olé mr. Roberts threw in the grass. One day it just lit like a wild fire! I torched it out from the well in time. My life would be hopeless without the love of my life, mrs. Jane. She is my rock, I couldn't live if she wasn't here. A voice came from the screen door

"Need anything?" My wife asked

"No, thank you. But, if you get a chance pour me a glass of water from well, please." I replied.

"Sure honey, anything for you"

" I love you" I said.

"I love you too!"

She walked back into the old small house, it was rustic and antic. It was her mothers.

We are old! Ha no, but we are. I'm 80 she's 83. people called it depression I called it life. people say it was mistakes but I say in life there's no mistakes, just problem's waiting to be solved. my wife agrees with me, she agrees with everything. yes it was a time of only hope left. people often had no hope at all, but my wife and I disagree with people, there's always hope and never lose sight of it. my father used to say that to me every time I tried to quit on something. I was a quitting child, I never really finished something, my mother called me a slacker, I called myself a over thinker of things that weren't really important in life. I had a tough child hood almost as bad adulthood. we moved around millions of places cause people take our homes. some days we'd come home people laying on our couch telling us to get out or they'd shoot! we'd pack and leave straight away, and go to the closest water tower and sleep there, or maybe a bridge. you'd never know what would happen when you come back from somewhere. it still happens now, me and my wife don't leave! we'd only left once and luckily nobody had taken it!

"here's your water sweetie" my wife said handing my favorite cup filled with water.

" Thank you honey, did you go to the market, or did you need me to go later?'

' I went early this morn, got some beans, I did. Roberts over there went and got us a turkey for thanksgiving."

"Friday right?" I asked.

" you know thanksgivings always on a Thursday."

" yeah, I knew that I forgot" I said reluctantly.

" I see, do you need some beans?"

"nah, I'm fine. go eat! I'm fine here, reading... ugh... ugh,-"

" its Swiss family Robertson's honey." she said taking the book from me " I think readings making you tired, go take a nap."

" ok I'm getting bored of it I've read the darn thing 13- 14 times." I announced.

she looked at me and smiled, " yes,yes you have."

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chapter 2 is coming soon