FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 82

That Friday night of July 1973 ended soon after we told the part of the car ride with my Uncle River that would change life forever. After that, we didn’t need any more words, not then.

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Tears gathered, and she could go no further.Corrina got up and hugged Mama again, and, for the first time that I can remember, they cried together. I don’t know if Mama had ever told that whole story. Those were the things you seldom talk about. You don’t bring them up.

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“We enjoyed our family so much,” Mama continued.” We went to church together, and while Zeke wasn’t interested in preaching or anything, he studied and knew his Bible with the best of them. He made sure his boys were at church, too.

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Corrina and I walked back down the hill face to face with the burnt orange sunset and found Mama waiting for us with a soft smile. Grandma had fixed her a hot cup of tea and stacked pillows behind her so she could sit up in bed, and she waited patiently.

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“Did you ever tell Corrina the hard part about your daddy, Popman?” Cheyenne asked. “Even though you're telling the story to me now, it seems you are almost putting it off, as if you don’t want to ruin your story.”I had to work that thought in my mind because I knew he was onto something.

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“I don’t think we ever had a bad Christmas,” she said after a moment, “not in all of our years. The Lord gave us that. It seemed that the little things were our kids’ favorites. We’d find a box of Life Savers, and the kids would rattle them around in their mouth for a month.

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Mama was waiting patiently when she heard the screen door slam behind us. I was nervous about Mama and Corrina’s conversation that night after we had talked about some of Daddy’s struggles earlier.

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Billy Ray,” she started, then paused. I noted she changed from “Pup” to “Billy Ray” for no particular reason, but as precise as I’d learned she was, I’m sure she made a slight distinction in her mind.She turned a little to the side.

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Everything continued as if a boy in an old blue truck had never driven out on the job and was co-winner of the blue-ribbon award for “Fight of the Century,” voted on exclusively by the chain gang bunch out on the brick job.

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I also didn’t notice that the black Studebaker pulled up about the time the boy got out of his truck, and Mr. and Mrs. McClain and Corrina were standing out past Red’s truck, watching the whole scene.None of that had time to compute in a mind going a hundred miles an hour.