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I asked Mom if she knew anything about this and she said that there must be a skeleton in the closet.
Sorry.......No skeletons in Aunt Belva's Shed.......at least none that I am aware of.
But......you all deserve a story. I will tell you a story.... a different story.... but a story with some of the same elements as the story about Aunt Belva's Shed.
I will title this story "Snowball" ... or ... "Why Kendell doesn't Play Baseball"
I was walking home from school, with my friends, on a beautiful Winters day. You know, the kind of day when the snow is that kind of snow that packs into a great snow ball?
Well I had just packed a nice snowball, when who should come driving down the street, but Horace Walker , in his 1959 Chevy short bed pick-up. And I thought to myself, "I am going to impress my friends with my throwing prowess, and throw this snowball just high enough to clear the cab, and drop into the bed of the truck..... while the truck is moving toward me on the road". Simple enough,,,
So I let the snowball fly....SMACK...! Yep ... I'd hit the windshield ... dead on! I heard the brakes lock-up, the clash of gears, as the transmission was jammed into reverse, and the roar of the engine, as Horace backed-up to where I stood. I looked around for my friends, they had vanished.
I would like to think that I didn't run, along with my friends, out of a sense of responsibility for my actions. But for what-ever-reason, I was still standing there, alone, when he stopped the truck.
Horace asked me if I knew how much a windshield cost. I said "About $30 ?". (Luckily, it had not broken the windshield). He then told me to go tell my parents what I had done. Which is exactly what I did ....... several years later..... when my conscience got the best of me...
What a wonderful story, Kendell. Being an English major, and having had experience with comparing and contrasting various elements of different stories, I'm thinking that the story of Aunt Belva's shed has something to do with snowballs...and windshields...and DEAN?
So, Did Aunt Belva have a Shed?
Well, I guess it's time I came out of the shed. Here is what happened.
It started on a Friday in January of my junior year in high school. The gods were smiling on us and we got sent home from school early because of an impending blizzard.
The snow came but we didn't get the wind, so that evening David Beck, Lee Halley and I decided to go out and have fun in the snow.
We ended up at Uncle Merlin's old house on the corner and decided to throw snowballs at cars. The first car that came just happened to be David Bateman, the town sheriff, we threw our snowballs before we realized who it was. Bam, bam, bam, each snowball found its target. The road was slick so he wasn't able to stop very quickly, so we took off through Uncle Merlin's yard. Our usual hideout was the church,but it was locked, so we had to go to Plan B. Luckily we saw Aunt Belva's shed. We hid in there for about a half hour while we watched Sheriff Bateman keep cruising around looking for us.
When we finally felt like it was safe to leave we decided we needed an alibi, so we went and visited Grandpa and Grandma Strong and got some great stories from Grandpa.
That is the story of Aunt Belva's shed. That was one of many wintertime adventures that David, Lee and I had during high school.
I knew Dean was involved...
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