| Jimmy stood under the barn shelter with his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets, the
hail was beating down on the tin roof so hard it sounded like machines guns in a World War II
movie. He knew Molly and the kids were probably scared to death and Juniper, his favorite coon
hunting dog, was probably under the bed with Sani and her new brood of kittens. Didn’t none of
them have any business in the house but when Ellie Mae found the kittens, she begged and
pleaded until Molly let her bring them in. Juniper was more scared of lightning and thunder than
he was Jimmy’s boot. One way or the other, Jimmy was sure he was in the house.
Won’t any need of him trying to run to the house, his slender, 6- foot frame couldn’t hide under
his turtle shell hat and what could he do if he got there?
Instead, he took the jar of moonshine that was hidden behind the tobacco sticks leaning against
the barn and took a big long swig. It burned him from his Adams apple all the way down to his
come-together’s but he grinned knowing the calming effects would soon follow. He hadn’t ever
been much on drinking, but this was one of those times knowing what the hail was doing to his
crops, his livelihood, and his family’s livelihood. The hail was coming down harder and bigger
that he ever remembered.
Sitting on one of the tobacco trucks that hadn’t been used since the mechanical harvester
replaced them years ago, he held his head between his hands as his mind wondered back to
1962 when he and Molly got hitched at the Presbyterian church up on Bill Sutton Road.
He’d just mustered out of the Air Force knowing it wasn’t the life for him. Farming was in his blood
and Molly had been since high school.
They’d rode the bus together every year and he’d walked the path through the woods past the
old Lennie Chambers house reaching her house just before getting to “Cow Hole.” It had been a
favorite place to splash around and a watering hole for horses, mules and cows before the state
paved the road in the early 50’s. Afterwards, a culvert covered the little trickle of a stream; the
swimming hole was gone.
Molly wanted to go to James Sprunt Institute in Kenansville when she graduated but Jimmy
wanted no part of it, he was going to join up and see the world.
Academically, he won’t worth a plug nickel, but he really enjoyed Mr. Edgar Well’s Jr’s English
classes. After graduation he did get though the written tests and the Air Force took him.
Molly was a petite, blond haired beauty with the deepest blue eyes Jimmy and ever seen and
when she looked at him, his lanky 6 ft. plus frame melted, He won’t a bad looker with a head full
for dark curly hair and soft gray eyes. Everyone thought they were the perfect couple and just
knew they’d be married as soon as graduation was over. But it didn’t happen that way. It would
after he got out of the service.
For graduation, Molly’s parents, her daddy worked as a mechanic at the Chevrolet
dealership in Pink Hill and her mama worked as a cashier for Teachey’s Supermarket in Deep
Run, bought her a two-year-old 150 Chevy so she’d have transportation to college. She’d run
the wheels off it back and forth to college but after they got their family started, it was mostly
ignored to a point when Elle Mae was born, they sold it just to get it out of the way.
Jimmy already had a beat-up 51-Chevy pickup and it served them well as their dating
machine. Most weekends, they could be found at the drive-in theater in Pink Hill or Beulaville and
most Sunday afternoons after church and dinner, they’d be parked with friends at one of the
local hangouts. Tiny Town or Lloyd’s were their favorite.
It had taken Molly the longest kind of time to teach Jimmy how to dance but he finally got the
hang of it, so they’d go inside and dance to the fast and slow songs too. He preferred the slow
ones because he could pull Molly up real tight feeling her body up close to his. She was filled out
real good and he liked the feel of her breasts up against his chest
He knew when he went into the service, he would not be able to have “wheels”, so his
pickup served the purpose. He’d get something better when he got out.
Insurance would be the only thing that would save the farm, but it was time to go. Time to start
over again. He’d take, his Sugar-Darling, Molly and their young’uns somewhere else, maybe
Greenville, NC. He’d heard jobs were plentiful there.
He’d had an offer from Mr. Turner on his farm last year. It was a good price. They’d be debt-free
selling out. They could buy a decent house and not owe anybody a single cent.
Molly would have to have a car too but there’d be plenty of money for that too.
Moving would uproot his sons, Dennis and Jeremiah but it would be hardest on his little darling,
Ellie Mae. She was the apple of his eye and always would be. She was tender-hearted and easy
to intimidate but he’d take the life out of anybody that tried.
Molly had a teaching certificate. She’d be teaching within a year and probably enjoy getting out
of the house. All she’d ever done was being a housewife and mother of their children. Truth be
known, she’d probably enjoy it.
He made up his mind, that was what he was going to do but he needed to go to the graveyard
and tell his parents. His daddy wouldn’t be happy with him selling out, but Jimmy figured he
already knew how bad things were and bad as they’d hate it, he’d have to agree with the selling.
Would it be easy relocating, Jimmy wasn’t sure but that’s what he was going to do but right now,
he had share what his decision was with Molly?
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